Shadows of my memory (Nogueruelas, Spain)   work in progress...

I returned to my grandfather's home, it was summer.
It had been two years since my mother's death.
I went alone on a long and heavy line buses trip,
It was the closest thing to freedom that I could be...

Many years later I repeated the same trip,
alone and also by bus.
To revive, to acknowledge and recognize me.
These pictures emerged from the house’s walls,
from the crystalline skies,
from the fresh nights,
from the soft silences...

Shadows of my memory.



























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