In Paris there is a neighbourhood that scapes time, there is a heart that is pounding silently, a secret voyeur of the city from its hill. A place that has lived many lives and has been a witness of wonderful art.
And in a small square of this oasis, a few blue lights and a beautiful window.
What do windows have that I love so much?
… and geometrical.
From some time now I’ve been noticing how people are really scared of failure, of seeking help (mostly in the workplace), finally of moving on and experiment. I’m not a good example of risk-taking (most of the time) but I do love to evolve, to move, to learn new things, I wouldn’t want to become … well, squared. I like to embrace accidents like this one. They might hide something magnificent.
Just a pair of matches for a really tiring week… and it’s just Wednesday. Ugh.
His life was just about music, devoted to create new sounds to express his soul, his thoughts, his beliefs. Obsessed to reproduce in tones, notes and rhythm all he has inside his heart.
I spend most of my time in different cafés, looking through my camera the clients, the mood, the coffee, all the stories that pop up into my mind while drinking a good served coffee. I always carry around a notebook, my fountain pen and the old analogue camera I got in a street market. I could use a smartphone but I feel it kills part of the fun, as I firmly believe that some things take time and the only way to enjoy them is by slowing down our steps.
It’s incredible how nature can create something as beautiful as this. And how we are so stupid not to see it and keep destroying our Earth.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?