One September

Some Septembers before:

Some good friends – good friends and strangers at the same time, I love both of these qualities as if they were one – and the concept of time, which is being pulled like a rope in the black – I grow… I find myself growing in numbers or maybe not only in numbers?

But no, maybe it’s an illusion. I have no idea. I need to sit down to ponder what time it is and perhaps make a new sharing of it. A lovely friend asks me what gift I would wish for this year. The answer coming and saying that the most beautiful gifts are those that grow in time, gradually and slowly… and above all they are invisible. So after that question and without any specific plan, I instantly donate a collection of photographic fingers and hands – to anyone I don’t know. Or rather to anyone who can observe and appreciate them.

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