When times are sponsored by our own dreams, covered with personal desires and expectations, when the internal force gets stronger and we find peace on simple affections. Journals filled with untold words, empty spaces were occupied by our memories,…

When times are sponsored by our own dreams, covered with personal desires and expectations, when the internal force gets stronger and we find peace on simple affections.
Journals filled with untold words, empty spaces were occupied by our memories, and bunch of list of things that we expect to do to maintain our mental balance in place.
Listening shaped interviews that may help us to expand our vision of things, that may encourage our perspective and that may help us to pass trough all this time.

Cadence of events.

Times of vulnerability and recurrent thinking of small things that may help to develop a better understanding of the situation that we currently living and that may drive us to a positive matter of actions, resulting in cooperation and union. Unders…

Times of vulnerability and recurrent thinking of small things that may help to develop a better understanding of the situation that we currently living and that may drive us to a positive matter of actions, resulting in cooperation and union. Understanding that each path is unique and that’s ok and that is the unique path for each one. Respecting each other and trying to not minimise the other’s situation just by the fact of our very own side, empathy and honesty. Letting the flow of the natural personal thinking, taking the time to have enough time for introspective analysis, helping the other by respecting their perspective about all this situation. Stop trying to push other in to our same side. Stop pushing the others into privileged perspective of their side because association and bias of emotions. Do one day at time.

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Some days are easier than others,some mornings we wake up with the light of new reasons inside,some other mornings we spend the hours looking for those reasons,some days we have the motion in place, running out trough our minds and senses,some days …

Some days are easier than others,

some mornings we wake up with the light of new reasons inside,

some other mornings we spend the hours looking for those reasons,

some days we have the motion in place, running out trough our minds and senses,

some days we need to push the mechanism inside of us to try to see an impulse,

and all of this is fine.

We are humans on this life.

We have played with the time at our convenience,we have marked the limits in our own horizon,we have adjusted our feelings and our emotions,we have started the fire where there was nothing but soft water,we have made an effort to keep our real world…

We have played with the time at our convenience,

we have marked the limits in our own horizon,

we have adjusted our feelings and our emotions,

we have started the fire where there was nothing but soft water,

we have made an effort to keep our real world as an unimaginable one,

we have created stories that only existed in our dreams,

we have made of this time our scape,

we have tried to keep us alive,

we have done everything to avoid insanity,

we have dreamt that our space was safe.

Even with all this, there still remain paths to be discovered and to be followed.

Life has been motion.

It will always be about motion.

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?

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’amourTu 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 t…

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

“ 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

“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

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 em…

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.

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.

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.

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