This is my first post. I open this blog to practice english language and trying to order my disordered mind with pictures and some text. Without having a target is easier to discover new terrains...
How we can forget if memory is the only thing we have? Only scars and wounds can tell me what happened? or better what hammered me? Like this tree. Its broken branch is the only thing we have to remember? May be a windy winter, or maybe strong storm during summer...
The end is the only important thing. Maybe not the last end. Our life is made of many very small stories with beginning and end, and are those ends that will write something inside skin.
Dear Jordi, it is a pleasure to read your thoughts and see the beautiful picture of Vall Fosca. Good luck with blogging!
ResponEliminathanks!!!! :)
Elimina