a mesa de luz

light gazing, ışığa bakmak

Monday, January 23, 2017

I find

people who use my words... funny.

working music

ou o último álbum da Norah J.

a new skin for the old ceremony

“Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don't know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It's that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.”

the sheltering sky.

new images coming soon.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

a istanbul possível

¿Qué es la vida? Un frenesí.
¿Qué es la vida? Una ilusión,
una sombra, una ficción,
y el mayor bien es pequeño;
que toda la vida es sueño,
y los sueños, sueños son.

a frase do título tem dono, não tão antigo como o dono dos sueños.

absurd days, impossible days, irracional conversations

André Carrilho's awesome

activist mommy

heck with it.

Friday, January 20, 2017

like a bird

on the wire...

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Wednesday, January 18, 2017