We walked by hours without knowing our final destination.
And then now I know our destination was perfectly defined by our heart.
Without being conscious, we were designing our past, our present and our future.
Paris, 2017.
We walked by hours without knowing our final destination.
And then now I know our destination was perfectly defined by our heart.
Without being conscious, we were designing our past, our present and our future.
Paris, 2017.
We felt
and we flied.
That was our story,
that is our life.
Paris, 2017.
There is nothing wrong if your perspective aligns to your appreciation and connects to your feelings.
Rome, 2017.
Never ending path,
accepting,
enjoying,
embracing,
growing.
Florence, 2017.
Leica Q.
We walk our memories,
we carry our past on.
Florence, 2017.
shadows of existence;
empty cups for empty mirrors.
Venice, 2017.
Leica Q.
The very first minutes that we were there,
it was cold,
it was raining,
the square was crowded,
and we were part of that noise,
we were full of happiness.
Very first impressions count.
Venice, 2017.
What about our untold story?
Where our unspoken words reside?
What our time is really playing?
Why the world let us behind?
—
Florence - Venice commute, 2017.
Leica Q.
“Without noticing, I slip into a light yet lingering malaise. Not a depression, more like a fascination for melancholia, which I turn in my hand as if it were a small planet, streaked in shadow, impossibly blue.”
— Patti Smith
memories by Lama.
i’m not afraid of losing you
i’m afraid i might forget you
all the memories in years we had
can fly away in the speed of light
i tried to write down the whispers
we shared in paris and venice
we were strangers paired
the wind made us kiss under a local’s roof
the bullets tried to separate us
but we were bulletproof
to an unknown town we once escaped
we were young and foolish
making this love embrace
we tried to build our home
but our night bed was the shore
we drove by misleading roads
tried everything and went everywhere
nothing was strong enough
to break us away
but all these letters flew up the sky
before the ink was dry.
Venice, 2017.
Leica Q.
Libreria Acqua Alta.
Venice, 2017.
We walked by hours in circles, we drank coffee, a lot, we got tired, we experienced the beauty of being lost, we were found, we got gelatos, too many, and then we arrived home.
Leica Q.
The speaker.
Venice, 2017.
Leica Q.
Dreams made of memories.
Venice, 2017.
LeicaQ.
observation over observation; momentos.
Leica M(Typ240) + Summicron-M 50mm f/2.
appreciation of simple things.
Leica M(Typ240) + Summicron-M 50mm f/2.
la forêt.
Leica M(Typ240) + Summicron-M 50mm f/2.
feels so good, feels like home.
Leica M(Typ240) + Summicron-M 50mm f/2.