'Between her and me is upside to the place, two mirrors stepper send us a picture where time disappears ....'
Mixture of materials, structures, colors that give off heart pain and soul
Time passes, passes, crumbles, leaving behind its cracks, its wounds, past amoures but are we looking after, you live with, or do we advance through its ghosts. ...
Between land and water, or when one can not exist without the other, or when one changes the other, creating meanders, and interstices that only these two can understand and play them