I find myself awake at night
wandering home(s) and memories, looking for connections
I open a box full of my school stuff from my age as a child
that my father gave me…
I keep looking at a recent picture that I took at my parents garden.
and I realize that I’m becoming more and more like him.
Dust covers memories
and pictures are time keepers, helping me to balance
Birth, goodbyes, death, flashbacks and escape.
Time expand and disappears.
How long is now?
Gabriele Lopez (October 2015)