memory and memoirs

by walterdoege

I noticed that distance between memory and memoirs…photos and portraits…in fact…surprised…I make a mistake…I lost my father fourteen years later…we shared so lovely convivence in these past years…at the last century…all of us are just in the third millenium!…the time pulse…the fragility of the timers…what is time?…the equal hours of the clock?,…the seconds?, the minutes?, the hours?, the months?, the years?, the centuries?…’you haunt me…with reveries that never die’…love to love…out of time…and spaces