
Yet she likes complications. She wishes she could turn and say: I like people who unbalance me.
– Colum McCann – Let the Great World Spin
Ph : Marco Michieletto
Photography + poem + art

Yet she likes complications. She wishes she could turn and say: I like people who unbalance me.
– Colum McCann – Let the Great World Spin
Ph : Marco Michieletto

The simple things come back to us. They rest for a moment by our ribcages then suddenly reach in and twist our hearts a notch backward.
– Colum McCann – Let the Great World Spin

What Corrigan wanted was a fully believable God,
one you could find in the grime of the everyday…
he consoled himself with the fact that, in the real world, when he looked closely into the darkness
he might find the presence of a light, damaged and bruised, but a little light all the same.
He wanted, quite simply, for the world to be a better place, and he was in the habit of hoping for it.
– Colum McCann – Let the Great World Spin
Ph : Stefano Tripodi

And this I dreamt, and this I dream,
And some time this I will dream again,
And all will be repeated, all be re-embodied,
You will dream everything I have seen in dream.
To one side from ourselves, to one side from the world
Wave follows wave to break on the shore,
On each wave is a star, a person, a bird,
Dreams, reality, death – on wave after wave.
No need for a date: I was, I am, and I will be,
Life is a wonder of wonders, and to wonder
I dedicate myself, on my knees, like an orphan,
Alone – among mirrors – fenced in by reflections …
Arseny Tarkovsky – And this I dreamt and this I dream
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=JKsVsEXZXe8
Life, Life" by Ryuichi Sakamoto feat. David Sylvian
Ph : Mira Nedyalkova

so i dream
and so it fills my consciousness
with all these memories
where we live
gray over gray
i can see forever …
-sigh-
i believe
you can’t take that away from me
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Ogm3riB64wA
Banco De Gaia ~ Grey Over Grey
Ph : Seb Art

Grief will haunt those who forget
that night is not the end …
Grief will wash those who caress
the night as though its theirs
Embrace this as a Nightingale in song
In the darkest hour of shadows she belongs
Her voice reflects the colours of dawn
There’s an ocean of despair
where the road must end
all souls must pass there
for what is broken to mend
on a island i will want for you to raise again…
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=IjxzfULSlOE
Trees of Eternity – Hour of the Nightingale

Ph : rechat rechat

… cross each human heart that comes across my path, cross it as true as I can.
– Laura Pritchett – Sky Bridge

We are suspended between a past that does not pass and a future that has already passed.
– Franco Arminio –
Ph : Cenkercenker

Time
And how it slips through my fingers
Without putting its ring on them,
And I remain simply its lover
– Visar Zhiti – The Condemned Apple: