Corsican Memories…

Corsica deeply reminds me of another time and place. It reminds me of an old lifestyle, one filled with front porch swings and handmade things, beautiful stones houses, tin can telephone games and first kisses under the stars in my homeland…..

Over the week that I spent on this beautiful island, memories of my youth flooded my mind becoming a source of inspiration not only for many of the photographs I took during my trip, but also words that started pulsing through my veins. Below, you will find the words that came to me during my time in Saint-Florent, Corsica.

I hope you still have same memories from your old days…. I hope your days are filled with plenty of train or boat chasing and rooftop dancing while the sun falls asleep, I hope you keep a shoebox full of handwritten texts from your favorite friends, postcards from cities you’ve been kissed in….. I hope you still run careless through the streets, laugh with old your friends over drinks and remember to smile when you forget how to breathe…

When silence holds you, I hope you find your voice in the mouth of a lion, at the bottom of the sea or buried beneath the roots of a tree, I like to walk alone in this magical island at night. There’s so much darkness, so much beauty and I can truly be myself. This is what walking always reminds me of MYSELF and only being MYSELF.

 

 

I hope you wake up everyday thinking about tomorrow instead of yesterday, I hope you let yourself become something you never thought you could be……

I hope your nights are warm and your dreams wake you up to new possibilities each day. I hope happiness stays with you like a lover’s kiss…. With Love from beautiful Corsica 💙