Even the fact of being out of the road is part of the path.
Each path is unique.
“...me habían enseñado que, cada vez que surgían problemas, había que leer, aprender, resolver los interrogantes y acudir a la literatura especializada.
La información era control.”
Unknown paths.
Florence, 2017.
“Si toda aquella época sigue aún muy viva en mi recuerdo se debe a las preguntas que se quedaron sin respuesta.”
“A mitad del camino de la verdadera vida, nos rodeaba una adusta melancolía, que expresaron tantas palabras burlonas y tristes, en el café de la juventud perdida.”
Unknown faces with known stories.
“Vivimos a merced de ciertos silencios.”
“ A veces se te oprime el corazón cuando piensas en las cosas que habrían podido ser y que no fueron.”
“ No hay mejor sistema para que desaparezcan los fantasmas que mirarles a los ojos.”
— Patrick Modiano.
How many words were retained in our silences?
“Je veux bien que les saisons m’usent.
À toi, Nature, je me rends;
Et ma faim et toute ma soif.
Et, s’il te plaît, nourris, abreuve.
Rien de rien ne m’illusionne;
C’est rire aux parents, qu’au soleil,
Mais moi je ne veux rire à rien;
Et libre soit cette infortune.”
It was raining,
and we were feeling.
—
Rome, 2017.
We were part of that road,
we were the story.
Rome, 2017.
Life is motion,
motion of feelings,
motion of those common details,
motion of our very own memories,
motion of expectations.
A motion of told and untold stories.
—
Florence, 2017.
Affaires.
Florence, 2017.
Movimientos, 2019.
“La pensée d’un homme est avant tout sa nostalgie.”
“You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.”
La relatividad de lo cercano.
—
Château de Versailles, 2016.
Don’t walk in front of me… I may not follow
Don’t walk behind me… I may not lead
Walk beside me… just be my friend.
Albert Camus.
“If something is going to happen to me, I want to be there.”
Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but 'steal' some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.
— Albert Camus.
Paris, 2016.