Sparkling in a ray of light
I see you far, in my sight
No words well written to utter
Nor gestures to make you flatter.
— Shyam Soman
Hay mañanas que son abismos a mundos nuevos.
In the end, we forget the details of our lives that embarrass us or are too painful. We just lie back and allow ourselves to float along calmly over the deep waters, with our eyes closed.
— Patrick Modiano
Techos que son cimientos.
Slow observations at home.
One should never expect anyone to reply to one's questions.
— Patrick Modiano.
“She had the right idea, old man, don't you think - to disappear before it gets too late?”
— Patrick Modiano
—-
Ciudad de México.
We were present.
🕊
Delirios.
Tan buenos chicos.
Patrick Modiano.
Dreams.
México.
To be motion.
Things I want to treasure for life.
Amsterdam, 2017.
Un soir, t'en souvient-il ? nous voguions en silence ;
On n'entendait au loin, sur l'onde et sous les cieux,
Que le bruit des rameurs qui frappaient en cadence
Tes flots harmonieux.
— Le Lac, Alphonse de Lamartine.
L'art lave notre âme de la poussière du quotidien.
— P. Picasso.
We were part of the dream.
The silence was our voice.
The air held our souls.
Our vision contained the future and the past.
Our existence was retained.
Our steps were unknown.
We were there,
and we were present.
A week of distance.
Life is motion.
02.02.2020
“Real generosity towards the future lies in giving all to the present.”
// on motion.
Ways to remember.
// dreams conversations.
Rome, 2017.