Notes

I am pretty bad in many things…

It's scorching hot today. Thousands of kilometres away from home…

A labyrinth of streets and concrete that has brought us to this place…

An elderly man is sitting on a bench in the shade. He would not have caught my eye…

Two shadows through a wet tent window, invisible faces, one person inclined to the other…

Looking at a mirror is sometimes like looking at an image of ourselves. At the first instance, it is a somewhat intimate experience…

When I was asked to lend money to a friend decades ago, I saw the wallet of my grandmother lying on the dresser…

Leaving a place and going to another one for many people is a daily experience…

38 degree Celsius, the noise of the city in the background, the view on a shadowed place in the centre of a larger city. Light falling on a case…

An intimate moment of a boy sleeping in the sun…

It was the last minutes backstage in a small and beautiful theatre. An artist was looking in a mirror, preparing himself for the performance…

There was a faint breeze in the afternoon and while I was starring at the shadows of some flag posts a girl appeared…

In a distant place I see a couple walking hand in hand slowly…

I once looked at a front garden which was given a certain ephemeral beauty…