ballad of early pages. while shadows are still governing landscapes and all remains covered by silence. only slow motion in here. messy thoughts around the air. dislocated emotions. finding space, finding home.


ballad of early pages. while shadows are still governing landscapes and all remains covered by silence. only slow motion in here. messy thoughts around the air. dislocated emotions. finding space, finding home.

5am, horizons covered by darkness, silence around, fixing me up. embracing space.early destinations, muted voices.


5am, horizons covered by darkness, silence around, fixing me up. embracing space.

early destinations, muted voices.

puntos de referencia, que nunca nos quedemos cortos de ellos.made these two a year ago, I had no idea how everyday life was destined to change. were two points of reference at that time, were two spots to remember how ephemeral perspective in life …


puntos de referencia, que nunca nos quedemos cortos de ellos.

made these two a year ago, I had no idea how everyday life was destined to change. were two points of reference at that time, were two spots to remember how ephemeral perspective in life could be. things that were something bigger than those facts. funny path of life.

destined to retention.

5 am, Saturday & 1wd. Darkness still ruling outdoors, silence filling these early hours. I’m here. I’m fine. Finding space. And it feels good.


5 am, Saturday & 1wd. Darkness still ruling outdoors, silence filling these early hours. I’m here. I’m fine. Finding space. And it feels good.

lune d’hiver.


lune d’hiver.


Votre âme est un paysage choisi
Que vont charmant masques et bergamasques
Jouant du luth et dansant et quasi
Tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques.

Tout en chantant sur le mode mineur
L’amour vainqueur et la vie opportune
Ils n’ont pas l’air de croire à leur bonheur
Et leur chanson se mêle au clair de lune,

Au calme clair de lune triste et beau,
Qui fait rêver les oiseaux dans les arbres
Et sangloter d’extase les jets d’eau,
Les grands jets d’eau sveltes parmi les marbres.
— Paul Verlaine

there were roots that lasted for entire generations after death, there were seas of silences that were never dried, mountains were built over their ashes, whole lives were raised by their rests. stories written on the sky.


there were roots that lasted for entire generations after death, there were seas of silences that were never dried, mountains were built over their ashes, whole lives were raised by their rests. stories written on the sky.

ballad of early hours. old house, silence and slow motion ruling this space. all of those memories mixed between the past and present times, nostalgia for a future written on the wall. patience and resilience, learning to save all of these in safet…


ballad of early hours. old house, silence and slow motion ruling this space. all of those memories mixed between the past and present times, nostalgia for a future written on the wall. patience and resilience, learning to save all of these in safety places of memories. documenting life as it goes.

the morning after, surrounded by silence but Philip Glass in the background. early moves and heavy thoughts, intense flow. piano keeps the rhythm.bells ringing outdoors, a distance space after the borderline.


the morning after, surrounded by silence but Philip Glass in the background. early moves and heavy thoughts, intense flow. piano keeps the rhythm.

bells ringing outdoors, a distance space after the borderline.