One Sunday morning, a camera, a pair of shoes on and go now, you go .. You begin to see it step by step, through the trees, the foliage green and you realize how be different.
I see but not hear you, you try but can not distinguish. Are you there, but you're so far away, far away ..
Yet even here we are, away from you and as close to me here, alone, to make an image of you, once again, through me.
Gisella Meli
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