“Nice is a city of ghosts and specters, but I hope not to become one of them right away.”
“On winter mornings when it’s dark and the air is crisp, the lights are still shining and the first customers are gathered at the counter like conspirators. They give you the illusion that the day will be a new adventure. And that illusion stats with you for at least some of the morning.”
orígenes y comienzos.
only the darkness and silence ruling outdoors can be felt at these hours, a distance song can be listened, early birds start breaking that tiny border between untold world and reality, our faces still show some scratches from the dreams we left unfinished, the awakening, taking slow steps, that clumsy game our thoughts enjoy each day.
the sense of being breaking the border between known and unknown paths.
“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.
