Good afternoon!
Good afternoon!
2025-02-01 15:46:02 +0000 UTC View Post
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Nudity is a sensual dance of authenticity, where the body be..
Nudity is a sensual dance of authenticity, where the body becomes a canvas of desire and vulnerability. In its rawest form, it reveals beauty, freedom, and a deep connection to our true selves.
2025-01-27 02:40:33 +0000 UTC View PostThe sinuosity fascinates me...
The sinuosity fascinates me...
2025-01-26 23:45:50 +0000 UTC View PostBetween the warmth of the afternoon and the gentle touch of ..
Between the warmth of the afternoon and the gentle touch of the breeze,
there’s a silent invitation: to get lost in the details.
In the vastness of the sea, I find the peace that embraces m..
In the vastness of the sea, I find the peace that embraces me. I let the waves speak as my soul breathes freedom. Good morning to all!
2025-01-24 04:19:34 +0000 UTC View PostPhotographing nature is more than a hobby; it's a breath for..
Photographing nature is more than a hobby; it's a breath for the soul. I find art in every detail, and the sunrise, with its golden hues, reminds me of how beautiful the world is. In this moment, I recharge my energy, connecting with the simplicity and greatness of life. Good morning to all!
2025-01-23 14:43:48 +0000 UTC View Post
It's definitely much, much smaller than that ruler... Hahaha..
It's definitely much, much smaller than that ruler... Hahaha... 🤣
2025-01-21 12:57:41 +0000 UTC View PostNooooo, nooooo... That's not what you're thinking... Hahaha...
Nooooo, nooooo... That's not what you're thinking... Hahaha... 🤣
2025-01-21 12:54:23 +0000 UTC View PostThe train is a space for pause, for reflection. It's just me..
The train is a space for pause, for reflection. It's just me, with the city sleeping outside and the feeling that, for a moment, everything is suspended in time. It's just the dawn, the journey and me.
2025-01-21 12:26:48 +0000 UTC View Post
I feel the heat of the sun on my skin,like a long kiss that ..
I feel the heat of the sun on my skin,
like a long kiss that envelops me completely.
The water around me is a cool hug,
but don't put out the fire that burns inside me.
I close my eyes and, in that instant,
I lose myself in the pleasure of the moment, in the touch of now.
I feel the drops running down my beard,
marking my face like trails of desire.
I am a mixture of strength and dedication,
between the brightness of the sun and the blue that surrounds me.
Here I float between dream and reality,
as if my body were living poetry,
given to my world, but still mine.
2025-01-20 15:43:34 +0000 UTC View PostTrying to be sensual... hahaha 🤣
Trying to be sensual... hahaha 🤣
2025-01-19 21:04:50 +0000 UTC View PostThe light rests gently upon me,as if the very glow of the da..
The light rests gently upon me,
as if the very glow of the day had chosen to embrace me.
My gaze, deep and silent,
carries secrets the world will never decipher.
I feel the quiet strength in my posture,
an invitation to mystery,
a calm that hides storms
in the curve of a subtle smile.
My arm rests firm,
as if it could hold the entire universe,
while my thoughtful fingers
keep stories etched in my skin.
The beard, marked by gray and rebellion,
speaks of time lived with intensity,
but my eyes...
Ah, they reveal a fire that still burns without limits.
I am the poem that cannot be written,
but that is felt in the soul of anyone who dares to look.
Between shadow and light,
I am the infinite,
the moment that takes your breath away
and invites you to surrender to delirium.
The light crossing the space finds my face like a warm, firm..
The light crossing the space finds my face like a warm, firm touch, carving shadows that sketch secrets on my skin. There’s something raw and unapologetic in this contrast—a play between what is revealed and what remains hidden.
The gaze I cast asks for no permission. It’s deep, heavy with the stories I carry, but also with desires I don’t bother to conceal. The beard, shaped by time, is more than a feature; it’s a statement of strength, of experience, of a presence that cannot be ignored.
My bare chest, under the weight of light and shadow, is like an open field—vast, strong, but with boundaries that only those who dare to understand can cross. Every line of my body is a silent declaration, an invitation for those bold enough to see beyond the surface.
I am intensity and control, mystery and resolve. And in the dance of light and shadow, I let my essence speak louder—asking for no permission, simply existing with the power of someone who knows exactly who they are.
Between parallel tracks that stretch into infinity and an "X..
Between parallel tracks that stretch into infinity and an "X" that marks the precise point of intersection, there is more than just geometry. Crossed legs form a gentle angle, like vectors searching for direction, while the blue denim and the subtle shine of black leather contrast with the rough texture of the ground — a perfect equation of simplicity and intensity.
In this setting, the mathematics of desire is written: the "X" on the ground is not just a variable but an invitation to solve the mystery. Every detail — the weight of the body resting, the play of light and shadow — follows an almost exact symmetry, yet it’s full of curves and nuances that transcend any Cartesian plane.
Here, there are no numbers, only the geometry of one who waits. And those who wait know: every beautiful solution is born of patience and balance.
2025-01-13 05:36:36 +0000 UTC View PostLying on the gently swaying hammock, I let my body surrender..
Lying on the gently swaying hammock, I let my body surrender to the lazy rhythm of the evening. The sky before me transforms into a warm palette of oranges and pinks, spilling across the horizon like flowing paint. The warm breeze glides over my skin, mingling with the fresh scent of the wooden veranda and the distant perfume of flowers below.
The day's lingering heat still hangs in the air, but now it feels softer, like a touch that teases without urgency. The light from the setting sun spreads through the space, slipping into the shadows and playing with the contours of everything around me. On the hammock, each subtle movement of my body seems to be accompanied by an invisible dance between the wind and the fabric.
The sound of rustling leaves outside is mesmerizing, but it’s the caress of the breeze—sometimes firm, sometimes gentle—that makes me close my eyes and sink into the sensation of being entirely present. Here, on the second-floor veranda, the entire world seems to conspire to make this moment irresistibly intimate.
Beneath the strokes of the night sky,a poem of light is draw..
Beneath the strokes of the night sky,
a poem of light is drawn.
Palm fronds, in shimmering silhouettes,
caress the breeze with gentle whispers,
like hands reaching for eternity.
The stars, shy in the dark expanse,
shine between clouds that dance,
messengers of ancient secrets,
framed by the mystery of the night.
The breeze carries tales of the sea,
time pauses, in reverence to the moment,
and the soul finds shelter
in the vastness of this firmament.
It’s a junction of earth and sky,
of roots and infinities,
an invitation to gaze,
to lose and find oneself
in a single breath.
In the absence of a coat hanger...
In the absence of a coat hanger...
2025-01-09 22:33:10 +0000 UTC View PostThere are stories that time writes on the skin, in the hair,..
There are stories that time writes on the skin, in the hair, in the eyes... But the smile? Ah, the smile carries secrets that the world will never decipher.
42 years of mysteries, of lived experiences, and of a sensuality that is unhurried — it just exists, firm and natural, like the strands that are dyed silver.
Against the white background, I am the contrast. I am the desire that is born in the look, the fascination that grows in the smile, and the silent invitation to discover every line of my being.
Between the charm of maturity and the provocation of the present, I am me... and I am just beginning.
The art of retro nudity has always fascinated me deeply. The..
The art of retro nudity has always fascinated me deeply. There is something mesmerizing about the way it captures the essence of a time, transporting us to an era where sensuality was unhurriedly displayed. Every detail, from the soft, aged tones of the photographs to the delicate poses, carries a unique charm that reflects the naturalness of the human body in its purest and most authentic form.
The vintage aesthetic brings out a sensuality that does not rush to reveal everything immediately, but instead veers towards suggestion, mystery, subtlety and elegance. It is a celebration of natural beauty, a contrast to contemporary standards where everything is more exposed and immediate. The fascination with retro nudity is not only in the physical form, but in the way it captures emotions and movements that escape the common gaze.
There is something timeless and lasting in each image, which goes beyond the body, touching the soul.
Every image I create seeks to remember and relive these moments, while trying to capture the soul of old-fashioned sensuality, yet still extremely relevant today. Each pose, each lighting, is a tribute to the style and power of vintage nudity. An art that goes far beyond the body, seeking to touch the senses and bring to the surface the deepest and purest emotions of our human nature.
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In the third, I challenge the obvious. I tilt the perspectiv..
In the third, I challenge the obvious. I tilt the perspective, escaping the perfect angles of the triangle, the square and the rectangle. I become a little-remembered quadrilateral: a figure that carries the weight of its own complexity. This is where mathematics and art come together – in the unexpected, in what breaks patterns and awakens curiosity.
In each photo, a fraction of who I am, an equation with no fixed solution. It is up to you to decipher what lies beyond the lines and shapes.