I dreamt about freedom,
a world without fear,
a society united by love,
a very distant utopia nowadays.
What’s the difference between hope and utopia?
Vers d’amour
Tu gardes dans tes yeux la volupté des nuits,
O Joie inespérée au fond des solitudes !
Ton baiser est pareil à la saveur des fruits
Et ta voix fait songer aux merveilleux préludes
Murmurés par la mer à la beauté des nuits.
Tu portes sur ton front la langueur et l’ivresse,
Les serments éternels et les aveux d’amour,
Tu sembles évoquer la craintive caresse
Dont l’ardeur se dérobe à la clarté du jour
Et qui te laisse au front la langueur et l’ivresse.
— Renée Vivien, Cendres et Poussières, 1902.
“ Mirrors are ice which do not melt: what melts are those who admire themselves in them.”
— Paul Morand
“Someone had told him one day that you forget the voices of those whom you have been close to in the past very quickly.”
— Patrick Modiano
From dark to light with hope and love.
Early unclear thoughts with blurred visions series.
It was a cold morning,
it was the first awakening over those sheets,
there was coffee ready to fill our bodies,
there were aged buildings to fill our soul.
We walked the town,
we crossed their streets,
we felt alive.
There were crowded sites,
there were empty alleys,
there was food at each corner,
there was wine in our veins.
We were there,
side by side,
there we were happy,
there we were alive.
Rome, Italy, 2017.
Browsing my mind to the first night at Rome as a matter of refuge.
Rome, Italy, 2017.
to help me to remember what I felt,
to feel that sense of peace and calm,
to fill the need inside,
to feel alive again,
the courage, the fear,
the tears and the joy,
the silence and my own words.
Each path is unique.
Unmade beds.
About daily routines,
about daily hopes.
To get united,
to stay strong,
to find hope.
Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne,
Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends.
J’irai par la forêt, j’irai par la montagne.
Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.
— Victor Hugo
A house of memories.
Memories from better days.
Archives
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Venice, Italy, 2017.
Venice, Italy, 2017.
There are nightmares screaming from distance.
There are silences filling our words.
There are conversations.
There are pieces of peace.
There is the sky and the sea.
From the distance and the silence.
“She had the right idea, old man, don’t you think - to disappear before it gets too late?”
Days for:
calmness,
meaningful moments,
self-communion,
slow introspective,
empathy,
hope and love.