I'm trying to rest, but I can't sleep. This kind of things happens before a trip: the uncertainty of the future that approaches, decisions to be taken, the path to follow...
I only know it's time to begin, feel the wind in face, look how the footprints are erased, breaking all possibilities to find the way back.
It's time to look from the other side of the window, looking at the reflection how I walk away with no bags or anything to cross the desert. I must go, but I know only a crazy person would do a travel like this in the evening.
Where goes the darkness when the sun rises in the morning?
photography: "about", kodachrome transparency and text by © inercies_
I only know it's time to begin, feel the wind in face, look how the footprints are erased, breaking all possibilities to find the way back.
It's time to look from the other side of the window, looking at the reflection how I walk away with no bags or anything to cross the desert. I must go, but I know only a crazy person would do a travel like this in the evening.
Where goes the darkness when the sun rises in the morning?
photography: "about", kodachrome transparency and text by © inercies_