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March 20, 2018

Touch

There is a house, at the top of the dark sea cliff. It's an old wooden cottage, with a creaky floor and lit candles in the window. It is a place where I escape my realities.  I'm sitting in the corner of the room, in an old oak chair. I watch you sleep on the...
March 1, 2018

At the corner of the past centuries

I'm a time traveller without a time machine. My thoughts are my time compass, my dreams are my wormholes. My lighthouse is an old tower clock. It is near midnight. Around the corner, the last day of February slowly goes. At the stroke of midnight, ends the past full of fog. I'm standing on the...
February 11, 2018

Keeper of the secrets

In the fluid interspace between the parallel universes, my world exists. A world made of high bare mountains, deep dark abysses and black trees without leaves. My home is an ancient temple, that sleeps on the dry, cracked ground. Hundreds of corridors, divided with mossy walls, hide the fragile pieces of my soul. At crumbled...
January 24, 2018

I’m listening to the rain

I'm listening to the rain...pattering... echoing...through my silence, through my rest. Making an order in orderless. Leveling what is unevenly. Reducing what is excessive. I'm standing on the cliffs of Monet's Belle Ile Rain effect...The raindrops fall on my eyelids and cheeks...with my eyes shut, with face and palms facing the sky, I'm trying to...
December 29, 2017

Under the holiday lights

A cold, snowy, winter night...I'm standing in front of an old watch shop..hypnotically looking at the Christmas tree in the window. Unusual rustic tree, decorated with ornaments in the shapes of different type of clocks. I like this window, it is the only window in town that doesn't want to escape or trick time... it...
December 20, 2017

Masks

I clearly remember an old bench, in the left corner of my backyard, under the old big walnut tree. My grandfather made it a very long time ago…it was a bench without nails, made of beechwood, painted in dark brown. Time and weather ate its way to the very core of the wooden planks, giving...