Storms

Neverending stormy thoughts in my small world still take me back and forth to you. You disappear among the waves of my thoughts, make me think it is over, but it isn't..In the moments I believe the storm is over, I'm over you, you come back to me with even stronger memories.

Why?

Why are you still a part of my mind, if not my heart?

It has never been over...

Private Eye Portugal

My neighbour, a dark-haired beautiful man in his early thirties, lights his cigarette at the window of the kitchen and looks away in deep thoughts every evening after dinner. His pondering posture attracts me so much that I want to get into his thoughts, dreams and whisper into his ear; you, I and the rest...so helpless and yet restless...

Private Eye Denmark

I used to wake up at 6 am by the reflection of the light of a tablelamp which my neighbour used to turn on. Then I would raise from my bed and watch her slow moves from my bare window. The reflection of the light was so powerful that after a while, our sleeping and waking up hours had become the same. That's how our untold story began:We shared the same routines without being aware of, secretly...

Private Eye

In each country I live, I select secret lives from the windows of my apartment. Each time I look at those lives that surround, as well as exclude me, I dream; what's going on behind the curtains. If I'm lucky and can see my ghost neighbour, I try to guess what he/she is doing and what he/she is thinking. Even though the truth is a mystery, the games of imagination on reality gives me the greatest joy.

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