Almost one hour and a half. In the meanwhile, the sun went to sleep and she stayed in the dark room without even noticing it. Our conversation was slowly painting new shapes on her face and I couldn't resist to press the screen-shot key again and again. To keep her energy and power, the sadness when my words were difficult. The Mother. The mirror of our conversation in her eyes.
Sometimes 1HOUR 28MINUTES 36SECONDS are enough to contain all that matters.
ART BY POL PARRHESIA
