beauty and quality -which was sometimes bad and sometimes good -and our tendency for realism most of the time as well.
I remembered .I felt. Maybe you have stayed...and maybe you are irreplaceable. I was searching for you somewhere else or for something else that may never have existed.
The serene frozen valley with the birds
-only in the posters-
will always be very far away from us.
Beyond my artistic plans, I had also put an article in the newspaper, searching for the person who would pose for the cover of my new magazine, which finally never came together.
I am writing all those things today. Fifteen years before, I wrote most of this book. Fifteen years after, maybe I will not exist, and nobody may remember me anymore,
but they will exist, the thoughts, as long as this book exists or other similar ones, which collect from the air thoughts, ideas, questions, or problems that have happened, have existed and sometimes come back in our mind as a mirror of our past , as a map for the future without forgetting that most of them were thoughts of...�A few years before�. |
