So desperately, with passion, selflessly, deep, from a long time...Tenderly, sour, together, laughing, madly, crying, silently, happily, drunk...Here and now, to live only once...God, how I want to live.
Maria Navrotskaya (1980-2010)
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We think we inhabit houses, then the wind blows and the sky takes back its place. What remains is this jar in the corner, the cool stone, and the dry memory of a mirror where no one looks anymore. The world wears down slowly, with infinite nobility.
Back in Athens, with pure delight. The palimpsest city. Stratifications of chalk, bitumen, and chrome, where time suspends its flight.
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The first manifestation of solar love: a cloud suspended between matter and dissolution, gathering into a storm, releasing rain, as lightning fractures the atmosphere. A passage from form to formlessness, dissolving into the boundlessness of being.
The Endless Aidos.
A frame from a film that never existed.
A frame caught in a tilt of geometry. Between cold light and projected shadows, just the quiet sense of standing in the right cut of the shot.
Puglia, 19:30. The road, once again. A dissolving blue horizon where you don’t travel to fill the emptiness, but to learn its language. — From a nomad’s notebook
Leaving an horizon behind, closing a door, stepping out of one country to dissolve into the next. Nomadism is built on quiet thresholds—watching the light change, accepting that home is a direction, not an address.
Traveling through the countries of the world is only a symbolic journey. Wherever you arrive, it is still your own soul that you are looking for.” – Andrei Tarkovsky