“Lleva tiempo conseguir que salga a la luz lo que ha sido borrado. Quedan pistas en los registros pero se ignora dónde están escondidos y qué guardianes los vigilan y si querrán enseñárnoslos. O tal vez simplemente han olvidado que esos registros existen.
Basta un poco de paciencia.
Pero soy paciente. Puedo esperar horas y horas bajo la lluvia. ”
learn from experience, listening carefully at all those heavy and hidden stories, to fix, to repair, to compose, to raise up the value of those simple situations over the time, to exalt the importance of those phases, to respect the time, that natural flow.
intrinsic value of time.
by staying up.
the life we got before, the steps we took, the things we saw, the emotions we were able to get.
all about those remaining lights living present in our mind.
Florence, 2017.
self-portrait.
“Je crois qu’on entend encore dans les entrées d’immeubles l’écho des pas de ceux qui avaient l’habitude de les traverser et qui, depuis, ont disparu. Quelque chose continue de vibrer après leur passage, des ondes de plus en plus faibles, mais que l’on capte si l’on est attentif.”
i like to think all these little boats have an uncertain direction, i like to think that horizon has not end, i like to believe each boat is an untold story.
i like the sense of being part of these early hours.
a morning away, tranquility around. by passing our mind, implanting own rules, setting silence and clear thoughts as a way on how to walk through those paths.
the road, the motion, the fresh air in my face, the silence of every word, the change of perspective, the way everything can fly away.
escape ~ relief.
days without pressure, mornings without deadlines, to be able to feel a natural flow, to find an own rhythm out, to stay, to belong, to let motion to flow.
feel more, embrace more, experience more.
stillness.
inside - outside.
“You were right to tell me that in life it is not the future which counts, but the past.”
surfing through memories by walking the long way back, finding relief by losing sense of present time.
achieving comfort by letting a free flow of mind, feeling it again.
letting past motions become current forces.
while the sun is still dreaming and soft races of thoughts start flying around. while those sleepy moments happen.
opening eyes before any trail of light, guessing shadows around the room, making coffee following sleepy steps around home, getting the messy thoughts into a safety place, back to dreams.
the nonsense meaningful time of each day.