Photography + poem + art
He tasted like summertime – of wicked thunderstorms …
and I had the sensation of falling, my stomach tumbling … rooting deep and stretching out to encompass everything …
and I could physically feel one chapter of my life closing and another beginning.
– Angela B. Wade –
Ph : Luigi Miano
I’ll keep your memory
as the best secret,
how sweet it was to have you inside.
There’s a glimmer of light
in this darkness
to lend me peace.
Time calms everything,
the chaos and the calm …
With me always
the peaceful voice of the sea,
breathing again the rain that will fall
over this body and will water
the flower that grows inside me,
and laughing again
and each day a moment to think of you again …
Bebe – Siempre Me Quedara (remix)
With me always
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=5AUB2bDr5r4
Ph : Emilio Jimenez
Truth is not a transparent process. What we see are shadows behind mat glass, a vaporous representation of reality. Truth is not as such, what we think it is. Truth is a prism with many sides, that only let us guess. In fact , truth is perhaps not true. Maybe it is just a lie. Taking our truth for “the” truth could lead to many erroneous interpretations.
– Erik Pevernagie –
Ph : Sandra Strazdaite
… seduction of love and a boundless illusion, inflamed by a profound uprising emotion, can change any ordinary incident into a radiant, luminous voyage.
– Erik Pevernagie –
Ph : Sandra Tamos
will the day tell its secret
before it disappears,
becomes timeless night.
– Dejan Stojanovic –
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=NG3yckHeDrw
St. South – Ain’t no sunshine
few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart.
those first images, the echo of words
we think we have left behind,
accompany us throughout our lives
and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read,
how many worlds we discover,
or how much we learn or forget—we will return.
– Carlos Ruiz Zafón – The Shadow of the Wind (The Cemetery of Forgotten Books, #1)
… seduction of love and a boundless illusion, inflamed by a profound uprising emotion, can change any ordinary incident into a radiant, luminous voyage.
– Erik Pevernagie –
Ph : Antonio Mora
Truth is not a transparent process. What we see are shadows behind mat glass, a vaporous representation of reality. Truth is not as such, what we think it is. Truth is a prism with many sides, that only let us guess. In fact , truth is perhaps not true. Maybe it is just a lie. Taking our truth for “the” truth could lead to many erroneous interpretations.
– Erik Pevernagie –
satomipoema 