Dreamless

I am stuck under my dreams, so down that I cannot even see them, as I used before, so far in time that I cannot touch them when they fly before my eyes. It is still night when the sun rises. Behind the eyelids a shadow swings and guides my body ahead.

©2017 Flavia Catena

Model: Mariarita A.

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To be silent, to be alone

We are heavy, suffocated by layers of thoughts, fears, regrets. We are cold, despite all those layers; our cheeks are red, our hands are frozen. We are unable to walk, we see the mud and not the lake.

Model: Maria Christina D.

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Hiding myself and seeking you

“And in the midst of this wide quietness

A rosy sanctuary will I dress

With the wreathed trellis of a working brain,

With buds, and bells, and stars without a name”. From “Ode to Psyche”, John Keats

I thank so much Federica, my model, for collaborating with me on this project.

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