The Waiting - Limited Edition of 1 Print

In 2008 I met this girl, I took many images processing them in various ways, following the impressions of a music, Silver Mt. Zion, and the words she wrote to me: He has left us alone but shifts of light sometimes grace the corner of our rooms plic. a drop goes down slowly. plic plic. a drop falls. one after the other. plic plic and more plic. it's spring. there are so many flowers. one is hidden. far. far. far from their eyes. from the looks of others. all the drops fall, heavier and heavier, but that flower is protected. a look. and yours. you look at me. a tact. it's your hand and it barely touches my skin. no, I don't look at you, my eyes are closed. plic. another drop. you brushed my bare skin. a shiver: goosebumps. I squeeze my eyes and then relax them. I felt your touch on my skin. slowly, sweet. plic plic. less intensity in the rain. I open my eyes. there is the twilight. we are protected. no look. yours in mine.