The requirement, the purity
I imagine his mother running through fields of amber.
A cry was heard
His dreams, the cracks in his hands
They say it all started here, I wonder if all your expectations were fulfilled or if this world overwhelmed you.
Toughness, distance
Her father who has flown all the skies
We have the right to run aground
A song was heard
Love, the lines of her cheeks
Somewhere we come from, with pride and prudence
Did you succeed in changing the world?
No one knows the weight of the world
Have you been carrying it?
The universe is sometimes cruel
His brother who was not
Home summed up in a hug
I would like to, let go
Changing the world
In a deep sleep to surf the dreams.
Incipient way to try it Leave everything ready?
Photography by Martin Canova