Longing for a place that can heal the soul. A place where the angels of solitude flirt irresistibly. Let go and dive into the depths of the North Atlantic.Fro
- 6 years ago
Longing for a place that can heal the soul. A place where the angels of solitude flirt irresistibly. Let go and dive into the depths of the North Atlantic.
From the tops of the cliffs, it seems we are almost flying. As we ascend blindly, the void takes us by the hand.
Just a leap to make up for that persistent lack, filling us up with ecstasy
Giving up the struggle, breathing out, grasping the emptiness, biting into the basics.
A unique feeling of being alive
Serene, we can hear ourselves be, in harmony with the present An ever-expanding silence.
The ultimate compensation.
- Words and video by Marc Chesneau arc_chesneau
From the tops of the cliffs, it seems we are almost flying. As we ascend blindly, the void takes us by the hand.
Just a leap to make up for that persistent lack, filling us up with ecstasy
Giving up the struggle, breathing out, grasping the emptiness, biting into the basics.
A unique feeling of being alive
Serene, we can hear ourselves be, in harmony with the present An ever-expanding silence.
The ultimate compensation.
- Words and video by Marc Chesneau arc_chesneau