Polina K.@worduuup

Serial wanderluster / photographer / storyteller
from Saint-P / Tel Aviv / Minsk / 5 years in Africa
Escaped from Russia to explore the world

When I close my eyes, I see you lying next to me on the rooftop that night we watched the stars – the night you made me look at everything in a different way; the salty breeze on my skin and the music and the sea at night. All the old records you played to me. Your postcard fairy tales of the Promised Land, finally coming to life in the Gulf of Finland.
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I know that I could never erase you.
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You’ll always be part of me. Like the stars, fading with the halo of the vanishing moon. Like the sparkling emerald waves, catching the rays, rolling and whispering against the shore. Nothing ever really goes away – it just changes into something else. Something beautiful.
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#WHPcircles
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When the pain turns into an evil laugh, when, with a fierce cold in the eyes, you desire to look how destiny screams and wriggles in your hands... Burn up the absinthe, turn on the music and sexuality to the limit, breathe in deeply the dark side of the existence, expose your throat to the indifferent hands, be in the ecstasy of the hysterical cry of the soul. Unclothe predatorily, turn love into hate, pass along the brink and come back the same. Bit lips in blood, go mad and dance on the edge of the abyss your best tango, have sex with death and play life on a violin. Breathe the sky, my dear... and then let the silence inside, calm down.
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That day I realised that this route is my life, my destination and my home and that I don't need to do anything but go with the flow, trust the process, trust my story and enjoy the wayfaring. It doesn't really matter who I've become by the end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end, and the important things are about accepting the challenges along the way and the transformations from this morning to when I go to sleep again, and how they happened, and who they happened with, who I loved the most. Watching the falling stars, conversations on a rooftop at 4am, a coffee with the dawn. Pink skies and jazz, waves breaking over rocks, the mast of a boat, airports and a hand waving from a train going to nowhere, the wild air and the road, lavender fields, vintage iron spiral staircases, dancing in the rain, laughing and walking hand in hand through foreign cities with someone you love. Oceans and poetry.
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That day I saw a lake. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stop it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does. Be like water making its way through cracks. Do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, and you shall find a way around or through it. Go with the flow, learn how to turn your daily struggles into the most unforgettable moments. Moments worth writing about.
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🚌 @360_monte


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Look up at the tops of the mountains against the light of the sun and climb to the highest one. To the highest place you can find. Where you can see forever. In front, away beyond the red rooftops glisten after a shower of rain, into the depth of the horizon, and long veil-like shadows crept up a pure expanse of the sky, over the crystal blue water, over the low coast-line, over the prairies and swamps and the deep trees. From the North to the South sped those angels of Heaven, from sea to sea, from mountain peak to mountain peak, spreading light from breast and wing. Stand on the very top, look all-around to see with your own eyes the whole world. Look down upon the world from its summit. Spread the arms. Breathe in. Jump off. And finally, and most importantly, don't fall.
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🧗🏽‍♀️ @360_monte


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Now that she had nothing to lose, she was free.
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Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.
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🏠 @hotelsalina


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If you love someone, let him go. When you are controlled, isolated, jealous, prohibited from engaging in what you want, condemned for your work, this is not love. Love - is FREEDOM.
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🚌 @360_monte


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I believe in miracles, especially those associated with big passion. If a person is very passionate, has great courage and strength, he is capable of miracles. I believe that if you dare to try — miracles can happen. You have to open yourself up to it. When you put yourself in the path of it. When you take risks. When you say yes. I believe you will only see the miracle when you allow the unexpected to happen. There are people who do not believe in them, they live flatly by laws alone, they live in a world without magic and miracles... And it's so terrifying…
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🛥️ @regentportomontenegro


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You know you do not have to be perfect. You do not have to walk barefoot for a hundred miles to your temple, like pilgrims, repenting. You only have to let your inner weirdo love what it loves.
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Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
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Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, across the entire island, then all the way to the honey-perfect sunset and the night sky where a few faint stars dissolve into smoke rising from a chimney, over the quiet sea, over the low coast-line, over the prairies and swamps and the deep trees, the majestic pure blue mountains and the rivers and beyond. Meanwhile the wild swans, high in the clear, sparkling air, are heading home again.
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Whoever no matter how lonely you are, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild swans, proud and thrilling – over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
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🛥️ @regentportomontenegro


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Why struggle to open a door between us when the whole wall is an illusion?
#WHPhidden
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🏠 @palazzodrusko


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The perfect journey is never finished, the goal is always just across the next river, round the shoulder of the next mountain. There is always one more track to follow, one more mirage to explore.
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🚤 @360_monte 🏘️ @palazzodrusko
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You know, when you sleep, when the moonlight falls on your face, I draw your eyes. Lubberly, with my sleepy imagination I dream them open. Blue like the sea, or brown like tea, it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is that they look at me. So I could look into them. Because I know exactly that life will whirl tomorrow morning, it will knead us into the dough of bustle, it will whisper slyly a lot of funny absurd affairs in our strayed souls, you'll simply forget again to turn and look at me, and I'll forget again to tell you something very important that is hidden very deep inside my heart. But the next night I will not sleep again. I will draw your eyes. Maybe one day the scales of fate will outweigh this grey sky that is falling into puddles, these cars racing to nowhere, spraying the stagnant loneliness with their wheels… And at sundown we'll freeze in the middle of this downtown noise, I’ll take your hand, just like in the early childhood, and you'll look at me with those eyes that were drawn one night.
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