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[b]It was the end of one day, but the beginning of something bigger. [/b] That's why the scenery delighted us with its most beautiful sight; it wanted to finish with an impact, a bang on the end of chapter "0" of this life, to restart. And start properly with the knowledge of the wrongs and rights that we had created. But despite all, with the ultimate memory of beauty that fills every corner when we aren't looking. To see the preciousness of each second that passes, it’s not enough with just looking. [i]Living and feeling, stopping and observing, slowing down time in your mind to take it all in, that is what is needed. [/i] [b]So we

To be able to date your work, feel so in love with it that the rest of the world cant hurt you, because you always have her/him there to quench the repressed tears of your hurting mind. I cherish so deeply the moments in which I'm infatuated with the strokes my hands create, with the paper, with the paintbrushes and pencils that are my professions limbs... I wish that adoration to live forever, because day after day I'm constantly made more conscious that anything that is exterior to my own self is perishable. But my work, my mind, my art, is always there, I know it will play with me, be hard on me and drive me mad from time to time. But whe