I seem to be forgetting to live a little more.
Soon it dies
Photo: coffee with Frida, Yichang (November, 2017)
Only in time
Photo: Gianmarco and Jennifer from the Opus Ballet Compagnia rehearsing in Porto, June 2017
References: T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets, Burnt Norton (1935)
I found my dream house in Mérida.
I’m not there either.
After a nervous smartphone breakdown, the cloud has been generous enough to give me back some pieces of what it seems to have been my recent life.
Memory, hither come by William Blake
We have not long to love.
Light does not stay
Siena, May 2017