Review Patricia Clear Acrylic Sealer

ETERNITY 'I had to choose

story published in two collections:" Shortness of breath "Edizioni The chub and" Scriverefotografare "



Here is the perfect time, that 'moment awaited, longed for countless minutes and lazy all the same, remaining stationary, immobile, with the heartbeat slow as your breath, inhale and exhale inhale and exhale, quietly, without hurry, and follow the movement of the chest to stay focused to the busy life looking through the viewfinder, one eye closed and one open with that strange grin on his face, his right index finger on the shutter button, the left hand on the target with two fingers, turn the dial of a few millimeters to focus on this or that subject, and change in an instant perspective and sense of the picture, hear the heavy machine on the muscles of the arms and fighting the tremor of fatigue elbows on the table, but only a moment because it changes the angle, the depth of space and nothing is as it should be, so instead everything is perfect, with the man on the left shoulder, just mentioned, sitting at the Cafe, and the background, across the street, the Hotel de la Ville, City Hall, broken by dark iron lamp without a lamp post and the shape of two fast cars, the crowd is to act as a side dish, walking quickly in the cold of December, lost in thought on the life , indifferent to the love of two crisp twenties, at the center of the photo, in the middle of the sidewalk, he, clear coat and dark scarf, hair disheveled and rebellious, with his head bent toward her and his lips, while the the right arm encircles the shoulders and holds it slightly to make them taste better and slow the pace that kiss im patient, she's taken aback, is unbalanced, but tilt your head back and counter, with eyes closed leaning and abandons the boy, and together they are so arrogant in the grayness of Paris noted that their love at every corner, every minute, along the road, leaning against the walls, sitting on the benches on both sides of the beyond the Seine, because that is how they spend the day, and I watch them and admire their brazen romantic love and that does not hide, I envy their being young and so they have to be slipped on the waist, think about the future, as only those who can do twenty years, I remember as I was then and as they are no longer, and even if all this will end tomorrow or a year, I can stop time and give them a moment in eternity I just little, I hold my breath and step.