
Felix Pacholleck
Photography + poem + art

Felix Pacholleck

Art : Margarita Georgiadis

Ph : Kim-Daehyun

In the sky there are always answers and explanations for everything: every pain, every suffering, joy and confusion.
– Ishmael Beah –

Unseen, one summer eve, you kissed me in four places.
– James Joyce – Ulysses

Out there on your own
sitting naked by the phone,
would you touch me?
Hey you.. with your ear against the wall
waiting for someone to call out
would you touch me?
Hey you.. would you help me to carry the stone
open your heart, I’m coming home
but it was only a fantasy …
Hey you! out there beyond the wall
breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bLhH4tmR_GA
Pink Floyd – Hey you

Intimacy by Kenne Gregoire
more shadow than shadow,
The shadow that will come again and again
to your sundrenched life.
– Robert Desnos –

My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same.
Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while …
I’m two, and both keep their distance — Siamese twins that aren’t attached.-
– Fernando Pessoa Ferreira –

Nothing returns, nothing begins anew; it is never the same thing, and yet it seems always the same. For, if the days never return, every moment brings forth new beings whose destiny it will be to create for themselves, in the course of their lives, the same illusions that have companioned and at times illuminated ours. The fabric is eternal; eternal, the embroidery.
A universe dies when we die; another is born when a new creature comes to earth with a new sensibility. If, then, it is very true that nothing begins all over again, it is very just to say, too, that everything continues. One may fearlessly advance the latter statement or the former, according to whether one considers the individual or the blending of generations. From this second point of view, everything is coexistent; the same cause produces contradictory, yet logical effects.
All the colors and their shades are printed at a single impression, to form the wonderful image we call life.
– Rémy de Gourmont – Philosophic Nights in Paris

From the Portobello Road
To the Port of Marseilles
Where the dervish turns
Where the wild goats play
Looking for you
I was
– Patti Smith –