I can’t keep track of each fallen robin

”What do you mean by North?” I mean …what is never actually said. Things like I miss him and he’s never coming back. Things like I’m too far away from home or sometimes I’m just afraid to sleep by myself. Braveness makes me feel weak. I’m never too tired to think about myself. To mirror…

I never felt so wicked as when I willed our love to die

So we sit at a table, it’s round. We sit at a round table.You and me. You are silent. I feel sad. Sadness, pouring like water from a broken sink. You smile every 5 minutes. It makes me angry. The light is dim. I finish my last cigarette. Then I cry. Your face is now…

Transatlanticism

Who do you love? Who do you miss? Who did you leave behind? Who misses you? When do they miss you? Who needs you most? Where do you live? Why did you love? Where did you leave? Who left first? Who cheats first? When do you cry? Why does it hurt ? Where will it…

You’re so fresh to death

One of the few photographers who would deeply understand New York is definitely him. Many would be fooled by the bright lights and apparently impersonal glamour New York so often displays. The Internet is already filled with that kind of pictures. He never simply takes pictures of buildings or of people. New York does not…

Puddles and mistakes

And it was raining cats and dogs out side of her window And she knew they were destined to become Sacred road kill on the way And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking Thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes.

Bryant Park

So now I have a thing for black and for going out in New York, anytime, anywhere. photos by the wonderful Raluca Mureşan