When I'm out on the street photographing scenes, people, whatever... there are moments when my ears switch off. This is a secret. Don't tell anyone... 😁 But it doesn't last long... it's only a few seconds... Well, I'm not sure about the time.
I take a breath. For a moment I am no longer even mine... and I enjoy being nowhere. Breathing the nothingness. Listening to the silence even though the city is falling apart.
I have another little secret for you. When I get out of that state, I listen to a playlist I designed especially for that. It is the music of encounters, daydreams, the most perfect state of creation, and that is...
In this timeline where I live by ‘causality’
kisses are missing,
hugs are breezy,
moons often fall in gardens
and the doors of my heart open
with a single spell,
made of breath,
salt,
berries,
the touch of an angel's wing
and the translucent strokes of a letter... unwritten.
Happy World Poetry Day. 🙌
The following photos were taken with my mobile phone at the coast of 1st street and 70th avenue, Miramar, Havana, on March 16th.
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