I want to be an image that travels at breakneck speed and is ending in an instant.
An image memory occupies a split second, so fast you barely see it, but that leaves a mark.
Nothing last. Nothing to pass or transcend history.
I want to be a wink on any given night, a cup, a brush, a face in the crowd, but the face in the crowd.
On January 05 2011 443 Views
Lasrubiassepasan On 12/01/2011
guapísimas las fotos. en realidad somos un guiño
Pdund On 12/01/2011
me encanta la foto!!!