" But now It has happened, no use in talking.
The silence between me and you has never had meaning. It was. Love it, that was all that was asked. But now it has happened - no words for the foretime, the desperation has made me the same, has made me another. Who looks at the shape of a fish grow giant on the side of his bowl? Who walks on the terrace observing foliage from above? Who hears the snapping of plastic that wraps like cellophane bare branches of climbers, you don't know. And I who descends the stairs, neither I am the same, I am another. " Chet Baker, In a sentimental mood. Photos: Place Jeu de Balle, Brussels © This space belongs to Marta Cazorla Soult.
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authorMy name is Marta and I take pictures. This is a space to share them and tell the story they show. Enjoy. |