BLACK

Blue

In a moment

2 more sleeps

A throbbing feel

Dreams, do they talk?

What is stronger?

It took a bit more words

I have coloursI feel them in the air

I feel weight

Does it help?

Mr. Coward and Prof. Poet

in these last days and weeks I have had some more time for myself, in comparison with other times of the year. I wanted to be with my kids, my parents, my bike and find out more about what I want.

this is me

any day it can come back

a couple of figures

In seeing black

In little things you smile

In a blue sun

Life

Music playing

White corners

Pink

Writing here

a dream started with waking up in a dark room, not knowing where i was, and all around me i found people with masks.

Have you ever sat down like I do right know and thought of what is and has happened to you lately.

Seeing light

A little text

There are nights

You know

Is a colour

Soms

I see grey

is black a colour

Sitting in the hotel my mind is in a million places, all the colours gone. Worrying, thinking, all the things I did and did not do, everyday again.

Yellow

A trembling leg

No message

Sometimes I just give up

Feeling bad

Being calm

I walk through the hallway of an old Victorian hotel, looking at the room numbers in orange gold, I find the number I’m looking for 269. I knock, the door is gently opened and I’m received by your two sparkling eyes, you wearing a black dress, the one I admired as it shows your lovely figure.

Not in colors

Just early

Darkness

White

Blue water

Hard breathing

Not about orange

White

Descartes Moment

Sitting on a chair my mind started having a life of its own, I seemed to be be two people one here in paris and the other faraway. Not in a place but in a state of mind that made my third personality come to life, it came to life because otherwise i wouldn’t realize i had the first two. i wouldn’t see that i had several lives. The live of me, myself and I, all with their own objectives, goals and ambitions.

A cold night