There are moments that don’t need words,

only gestures.

A kiss on cold stone.
A quiet thank-you to someone you’ve never met
but somehow always known.

At Père Lachaise,
the air feels heavier —
not with sorrow,
but with the density of what’s been left behind.
Every grave is a fragment of a larger story,
every name a punctuation mark in history.

And there, among them,
Oscar Wilde —
writer of wit, rebel of beauty,
architect of contradiction.

The Language of Reverence

Standing before his tomb,
you realize how strange it is
to admire someone whose life ended a century before yours,
and yet to feel seen by him still.

It isn’t about nostalgia —
it’s about recognition.
About how art survives exile, scandal, and silence
to whisper back across time:
“I was here. I felt the same.”

When I leaned forward to kiss the stone,
it wasn’t devotion —
it was dialogue.
A moment of gratitude
for someone who understood that beauty,
even when punished,
is never wasted.

Cinematic Stillness

@_densalinas filmed it quietly —
no direction,
no repetition.

Just the wind moving through the cemetery,
the subdued palette of Paris in winter,
and the sound of shoes against gravel.

@benandfrank.mx, @milesandlouie —
their details framed the scene like punctuation marks,
small affirmations of identity amid reverence.

It wasn’t fashion;
it was presence —
how style becomes memory,
how what we wear turns into the last layer between us and time.

Wilde’s Echo

Wilde once wrote,
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”

Maybe that’s why his grave still draws the living —
those who seek not immortality,
but intensity.

The kind that burns quietly.
The kind that makes you stop in a foreign cemetery
and whisper thank you to a man who never stopped believing in beauty.

The Farewell

When we walked away,
the city was hushed.
Even the light seemed slower.

And maybe that’s what the end of a journey really is —
not a return,
but a realization:
that art, love, and loss all speak the same language.

And sometimes,
that language begins with a kiss.

Shot on Apple iPhone and Moment.
Accompanied and filmed with @_densalinas.
With @benandfrank.mx and @milesandlouie.

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