Art: Photography Exhibition at Manarat al Saadiyat, Abu Dhabi



Isn’t like really all about what is unseen?



No matter how many instruments man invents across the ages, to measure, define or organize time, the world will never be defined by time or by time’s keepers for that matter. Instead it will always be ruled by all of the things that exist outside of it… immeasurable substances, that do not follow earthly rules, or respond to “dimensional” dictums, but rather to the other invisible systems that co-exist with this material world. These things live, not in clocks and broken logics…. but somewhere both far and close… both in the heart and in the vastness of the universe….giving life to our cells, granting sparkles to the stars and always making sure that what survives of this life is not the bones or ashes, but the fluttering essence of all that is worth saving……. love.


Wandering: At the market, Madeira, Portugal


Words: Maybe it’s all exactly the same thing. 

‘’ Some people come, some people go. Some come to teach you how to love, others to teach you how to let go… Some things burn to ashes, before they have even begun, others are built, day by day, slowly and patiently. It’s beautiful… this ever revolving push and pull of life, isn’t it? This not knowing, which is which? Maybe the destruction is a construction… and the things we think we are building, slowly, are the ones that are burning after all. Maybe it’s all exactly the same thing.  ‘’ 

  • From my notes.


Nature is ever at work building and pulling down, creating and destroying, keeping everything whirling and flowing, allowing no rest but in rhythmical motion, chasing everything in endless song out of one beautiful form into another.” John Muir


Poem: The Heart of The Free

We break, we laugh and we keep going, 

It is the heart of the wanderer, 

The soul of the free, 

To search and to never stop trusting, 

The inner fire that keeps propelling, 

Ruthlessly and instinctively, as sure as the day. 

As steady as the halo of the moon, 

Long after we travel into ourselves, 

We find what we have been looking for, 

Was inside this shimmering spirit all along,

But still we keep on, becoming the

Queens and Kings we are meant to always be. 


Maybe, maybe….

Maybe unicorns and rainbows always do go together. Maybe life is always a series of maybes… maybe there are no great timings at all. Maybe we make our own timings and we just have to trust that everything will be ok. That our hearts are stronger, that our souls are wiser, and that our minds will be silenced enough for us to really live. And maybe just maybe, that is more than enough.



“A loving heart is the truest wisdom.” Charles Dickens

—– Words I always try to live by.