On the wall we had erected in ourselves, preventing the loneliness of the neuron park, the sun...
Marco Grosse
Homeland
Do you have a point of arrival when you speak about home? Do you think about a place where you grew...
Those days when we shot polaroids
How many times were we disappointed those days, when we shot polaroids, when the picture, minutes...
Analog world
We have no negatives. It took me a while to understand what you were referring to. There was...
Brodsky sang a song
Brodsky sang a song -it’s what you thought when you heard his voice recorded on an old record...
Whale song
Far behind the shore there is a place where words get lost. They can be seen floating before...
Changing
We are getting older and yet we are the same full of hope of reaching something which always lays...
Our favourite light
In the room in the afternoons through trees through curtains and half closed shutters. Through the...
The feeling of embracement
Grown up as if alone an ancient face an old soul Pregnant with need to let his life be born There...
The dogs of Bucharest
Call him a dog. Call me a dog. Dogs are loved in this city. A glance of eyes, a wordless...
Light falls on Sofia
The astonishing brigthness of daily marching on. Nothing disturbs your wisdom. Shadows of silence...
How far yet?
Wie weit noch? Auf dem Feld, hinter den Akazien führt ein steiler Weg zu einem einsamen Gaul...