eu, Antonino

                                                                               Brasília, 2013

I  find that once I was in love. Then I  pictured her by my side, at my parent's dinner table.
Later on, I also pictured her on my bed, sleeping recklessly.
There was even a time the only thing I could have a picture of on my mind was both of us.
Hence I realized I was obsessed. Every time I thought about her I pictured her with me anywhere I could be. I pictured her cooking with me. I pictured her riding a bike along with me. I pictured her having a simple life with me, the kind of life I always dreamed of.
Then now, when I finally could take a picture of her she's only present in there. Crystalized in that picture.