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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.

Imaginary landscapes.

Time expand and disappears.

How long is now?

Gabriele Lopez (October 2015)