Ayoumali: Through the storm we reach the shore
Ayoumali: Dream maker
Ayoumali: Amor
Ayoumali: That distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice
Ayoumali: Birds don't fly on windy days
Ayoumali: Still looking for Oz
Ayoumali: As if they were two enemy lovers seeking reconciliation at the bottom of an aquarium
Ayoumali: Rat Pack
Ayoumali: What do we leave behind when we cross each frontier? Each moment seems split in two; melancholy for what was left behind and the excitement of entering a new land.
Ayoumali: Is it Friday yet?
Ayoumali: Stop & Stare
Ayoumali: Cached memory
Ayoumali: Life has its way of teaching us
Ayoumali: Not even the highest flying birds of memory could reach her
Ayoumali: I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I ever had
Ayoumali: Chaser
Ayoumali: Memory full