Sumi

Sumi was a little girl so kind and good everybody thought she was a descendant of the Gods. With her hair silver as the moon in a summer night and her skin as white as the snowy winter, Sumi lived to be loved and treasure by everyone in the village. Her parents gave her a blue kimono that represented the flow of a river that is time, in an attempt to make her live forever.

But Sumi’s heart was obscure and full of fears, so many years has been she adored that a wall was built inside of her soul. She could not feel love nor hate, she did not felt pain nor passion. She became a doll for the devotion of all.

In blue, silver and white. Forever.

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The Red House

My earliest memories are from this red house. I remember being there in the hot summer days, lazing around with nothing more to worry about than having fun and drink lemonade. We used to go to the lake to swim when the heat was unbearable. We would spend all day together and yet we wouldn’t get tired of each other. I remember the happiness of the first day in the Red House, sleeping with the sounds of the animals at night, the scent of the nature and the soft babbling of the nearby river. Every time I see this photograph I hear the calm of the house and the noises of the laughs. 

Apathy

I hate apathy but from time to time I can’t help to feel completely bored with everything around me. Usually the first thing to be contaminated by this hideous state of mind are my photographs (and indeed this blog). I have no desire whatsoever to take a photograph, to think about it or even to post some around here. Not even Instagram is safe.

I feel a fog of dullness covering my mind, it doesn’t go away unless I do something about it, but it feels more and more difficult to overcome it with every day that passes by. I really hate this state.

Anyways, that being said, here I leap on by sharing a photograph I took on my last trip to Paris (a work trip so all the photographs I made were at night)