Anaariana

Go, come, let it flow;

I enter the same room and remember: You. I remember the taste of loving you, and your sex that no longer gave me pleasure.

How not to love? How can you not love someone who looks you in the eye, someone who makes you feel good, feel light, safe, calm... at peace.

Love. Simple, short, everyday word; Feminine, sweet, soft word. Word that rhymes;

Your look, your smile, Along with mine, Your shy steps

Through your little eyes I try to see the world, I try to see you

There is a need to speak, to communicate, to put it out; Almost a torture to shut up, having to swallow; Remain silent...

Try to love again? I don't even know what love is anymore...

I try to find myself in hands and arms, sex, sweat, kisses and hugs Dirty minds, open chests and other cigarettes

Today is a day that I won't talk about us... A day that I won't talk about how hard it is to think and want so much someone other than you. ....

There are days when we have a lot to say, and days when we have nothing to say, we prefer to remain silent, just listen. And today was another day

To photograph is to understand the other. It's not wanting to change, it's accepting things as they are....