I know, perhaps I was thinking in a post of yours, in a person crossing a corner of Montreal, the texture of concrete with marks as scars… my scars… I have some as well. Still I would love to think, a wish, that yours were soft enough to vanish in memory…
I will not forget when I´ll see your mots. ^_^/
Qhapaq 
like scars…
I tend to see textures like skin…
Sensual way of looking at texture, Francis. If we all saw humanity in the things you do, the world would be more compassionate. 💋
Or crazier (^_-) Actually as any boy I see wars, battles, swords as well. I have some posts about that.
ewe lineas -`-`-`-`-`~~~
Voy a dibujar líneas que me lleven de Perú a ti :3
y yo en mis manos y brasos hahhaah x3 mentira, te amo~
Te amo mucho… y amaré también tus líneas… te amo completa, hasta en tus tristezas que ahora son también mías.
7n7 lineas , mias? que escribes hahaha xD yo no tengo lineas (eye)w(eye)
jaja, es que soy dibujante y pienso en las líneas con las que dibujo tus ojos y todo tu ser n.n
scars …………………….or wrinkles …..when we are old ;-)
Wrinkles are kinder ^_^ Happy weekend, malyloup.
thank you and you too
^_^/
Hope, these are laugh lines, Francis ;-)
We can’t live without Earth but Earth can live without us 🌅
Greetings
Ulli
The spirit of any line is bonded to the spirit of the observer. I am glad you see them in that way, Ulli. 😉
Greetings from the far summer,
Francis.
Do the numbers tell you what time the earth cracked?
They were done to make an urbanistic plan. They are measures of distance in metric system.
i was just writing about my own city… with its scars… and mine… ^_^
I know, perhaps I was thinking in a post of yours, in a person crossing a corner of Montreal, the texture of concrete with marks as scars… my scars… I have some as well. Still I would love to think, a wish, that yours were soft enough to vanish in memory…
I will not forget when I´ll see your mots. ^_^/