Waiting... waiting for what? Who knows.
Waiting for a surprise?
Waiting for kisses that were never kissed.
The need to forgive.
You know... I get a strange feeling about it.
Waiting for something that could be called God.
A God who could bring some light.
Smiles? Voices? Hopes and dreams?
I have trouble remembering your face.
I only know I’m still waiting.
But, waiting for what?
Who knows... maybe I’m in for a surprise.
A surprise of your kisses, never kissed.
photography: "help", installation in the river. Photocopy paper and wood