Tag Archives: Arles
friday rhapsody
“Then I went out with your face Into a street thinking itself a street Out, as if it were late afternoon”* “Your face is a street leading down to the sea, It’s a crossroads, your face is a water … Continue reading
“There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.” ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Lightprints of a Mediterranean 