An eternal Lord sees a storm coming for the thirty six thousand time. The Sun doesn’t let him alone.
It’s the Ponce’s stele in Tiwanaku. I used a Haida filter for a longer exposure; from the head to the left corner there is a mysterious line. I guess it’s the trajectory of a bird, but it’s just an hypothesis, I can’t remember what it could be.
When child the adults had long conversations. Children weren’t allowed in those meetings so we had to play or just simply go to another place.
Now, when adult, I have long conversations with family, clients or colleagues, they can last more than one hour, sometimes half a day.
Honestly: they are really boring lol. with family and colleagues most of time the issues are gossips about people I barely remember or care, and with clients it’s more the need to talk to someone about intimate details that has no much meaning to me, so I guess that to they I am a comfortable ear not partial to their antagonists. I miss the childhood silence. Sure, I know that posting is a way to be too loud.I try to post something shorter or something worthy.
Growing up is about win special things, but also it’s about lose some others, because that I always thought and think that seventeen is the perfect age.