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I became a kid for just one minute.

Well,I recall.Maybe some things matter in this life.

Friendship,innocence,boyishness,fun.

These kids didn’t care about the skin colours.They just wanted to play.

So,if the don’t care,why do we care?

Why can’t we be like these kids?

We try so hard to hide everything we’re really feeling from those who probably need to know our true feelings the most.

Wear and tear.

Loss.Damage.

Something that comes inevitably and naturally.

Wear and tear is a form of depreciation.It is assumed to occur when an item or a person is used competently and completely.

A stranger(?)

This is not my story. It is the story of a man that even though he hated the world,he found something he loved. Love.

He lived in a small village somewhere in Greece. He never went to school,but he never needed it. He learned reading by him self,so he had his books. He was really young when he realised that everything in this world is in vein. He lives because he was born and because he is going to die. Someday.

He wanted to something meaningful,in this world full of ignorance. So,he fell in love. Maybe it sounds graphical,but that thing saved his life.

It gave him hope for the future,for the unknown. If he wouldn’t try,how he’d knew? He wanted to change something,something small. Make a difference.

I don’t know if he made it,but also i will never know.

The last thing he told me was to fall in love,doesn’t matter with who or what or when. “Share your hope,kid.Even though you know it’s gonna get you nowhere. We are all going there. Just don’t be afraid.”

Everytime a photo is taken, time stops.

Each one of us has his own way of expression.Some express by writing,some by dancing,others by making music.And the ones who takes pictures.

A picture can capture an emotion and imprint it in a way that words would miss the point.

A moment,an expression,a smile are enough to make you express your self.The colours,the luminosity,the contrast reflect the psychology of the photographer.But,it’s more than this.

The time,the subject,the face.

The finishing touch is just the ‘’click’’.

Τhe true meaning of the photographs,lies less in the visual reality and more on the provoking emotions and thoughts of the one who observes them.

We give life to a meaningless moment by embracing it with the click of a camera.

Behind one click,there are hundreds of reasons.Personal reasons.I like taking pictures and observe things that others are overtaking.

Ansel Adams once said:You don’t take a photograph,you make it.

Life is like a camera

Focus-on what’s important

Capture-on the good times

Develop-fro the negative

And if things don’t work out...just take another shot.

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Our whole days are music. Music on the wake up, Music during the day, Music before sleep, Music while sleep. A song can say two thousant things you can't express. A song can make you feel up, down, everything, nothing.

Re-creation?

Life is a vicious circle.We fall,we stand up over and over again.

Sounds boring,doesn't it?

We fall for love,acceptance,social life,money.We start feeling scared of what we are turning in.

Greedy creatures,sickly thirsty for feelings that feed our ego,or useless material pleasures.

And that's slowly killing us.

Your ego is being shoked.Your defences are relaxed.

All we want is to forget what got us there.That terrible thing that made us think of ''a new life''.

This is the moment that we stand up.

But don't you realise?That's all we do.

Fall and stand.And again.Infinite times.

You can dream,you can imagine but you can never escape.You only have one life.You can change it,but never exchange it.

‘’What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.‘’

T. S. Eliot

Where are you?

Hello fellas!

I know,I disappeared for a while,but I was really lost.Not in translation,in my life,in my thoughts,in this crazy,idiot world.

So,I’ve decided to start something new.I wanna combine my to favorite things:photography and music.

You’ll hear from me soon.

xx.

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A cup of coffee always made me feel comfortable.Comfortable with people,situations,the world.

Music,coffee and a cigarette:a kind of a small Heaven on Earth.

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Of my own thoughts it is folly to speak. Swooning, I staggered to the opposite wall. For one instant the party upon the stairs remained motionless, through extremity of terror and of awe. In the next, a dozen stout arms were toiling at the wall. It fell bodily. The corpse, already greatly decayed and clotted with gore, stood erect before the eyes of the spectators. Upon its head, with red extended mouth and solitary eye of fire, sat the hideous beast whose craft had seduced me into murder, and whose informing voice had consigned me to the hangman. I had walled the monster up within the tomb!

The black cat,Edgar Allan Poe.