Here she comes again

Even a fist was once an open palm with fingers. Yehuda Amighai. A velvet pink wave over the sky this … More

Moon and the city

And another one bites the dust Oh why can I not conquer love? And I might have thought that we … More

Under my sky we meet, we laugh, we sing, we cry, we live, we separate, we hold hands, we dream, … More

Doctor Marcia Fieldstone: People who truly loved once are far more likely to love again. Sam, do you think there’s … More

When your face appeared over my crumpled life at first I understood only the poverty of what I have. Then … More

“I’d be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a … More

“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You … More

boarding pass is only a way to let my mind travel in places eyes have never been open before. Γιάυτό … More

have you ever realised that pronouncing “I” is in fact a full inhale-exhale breath?

My body and mind on flight mode, travelling to London once again to be seen in your eyes and be … More