I am a mirage...

Jan 14

living is like…

Living is like tearing through a museum. Not until later do you really start absorbing what you saw, thinking about it, looking it up in a book, and remembering - because you can’t take it all at once. 


Audrey Hepburn

Photographer - Daria Pitak

Photographer - Daria Pitak

Photographer - Daria Pitak

Photographer - Daria Pitak

Again and Again

Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.


Rainer Maria Rilke

Photographer - Daria Pitak

Photographer - Daria Pitak

Photographer - Daria Pitak

Photographer - Daria Pitak

Photographer - Daria Pitak

Photographer - Daria Pitak

A Winter Dream

In winter we’ll travel in a little pink carriage
With cushions of blue.
We’ll be fine. A nest of mad kisses waits
In each corner too.

You’ll shut your eyes, not to see, through the glass,
Grimacing shadows of evening,
Those snarling monsters, a crowd going past
Of black wolves and black demons.

Then you’ll feel your cheek tickled quite hard…
A little kiss, like a maddened spider,
Will run over your neck…

And you’ll say: “Catch it!” bowing your head,
– And we’ll take our time finding that creature
– Who travels so far…

Arthur Rimbaud

Photographer - Daria Pitak

Photographer - Daria Pitak

Photographer - Dmitry Ageev

Photographer - Dmitry Ageev

Photographer - Daria Pitak

Photographer - Daria Pitak

Alicante

An orange upon the table
Your dress on the rug
And you in my bed
Sweet present of the present
Freshness of the night
Warmth of my life.


– Jacques Prévert

Photographer - Daria Pitak

Photographer - Daria Pitak

Photographer - Daria Pitak

Photographer - Daria Pitak

Photographer - Daria Pitak

Photographer - Daria Pitak