Sometimes life is like that. A calm limbo where the past no longer exists, where the present is led by a sweet expectation of a near future, aware of a much longer and challenging one waiting in the docks upon arrival. Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about the way we deal with time. Someone asked me if I was given the chance to have a super power, what would it be. I want to be wherever I want by just clicking my fingers. That’s space and time. And wishes. Or control?
2 comments:
You look "Belle Epóque" in that picture,just missing the cigar and the Cabaret surrounding you.
Well, my dear... very well
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