I am sorry to say, I could not respond to all visitors. I find the time to visit your wonderful gallery again soon.
The time has gone.
This was in the white of the year, Looking back is best that is left or if it be before. You noticed smallest things, things overlooked before by this light upon your mind. Departed to the judgment and many hurts. Nobody knows the place was recently among us. It might be easier to fail, just felt the world go by.
"I heard you play, but you just put your hands. I have devoted, you said words and notes he kept silent. With each stroke of your voice, I fell on the floor of your room. Poisoned me, love. Touched not for me, you did for the world. gave me no melodies, was released only to love. Already I hear your hands on the piano ... Because there was music. was you. "
comment by a brilliant photographer, Esther