Notes on Time
A conversation between mother and daughter on the passing of time.
"Sol que calentó el rostro y abrasó la razón de sueños. Lluvia que refresca los antiguos sueños encendidos.
Los caminos ya están frescos. Naturaleza celosa, confabulada con las raices, para atraerte al sentir un nuevo despertar.
Cantan susurrado los árboles con la brisa del atardecer otoñal.
El baile de sus hojas, mil colores que se elevan.
Te sorprendes arrastrado a despertarte en la renovación de amar.
El corazón no puede enfriar la belleza que persistirá en su misterio."
Poem by Conchita Gómez-Alba
"The creation of Notes on Time was triggered by the discovery of a series of old photos from my mother. Contemplating her younger self – her long hair, her confident look, her smile...– made me realize how much of her lives in me, and how her beauty and strength have endured the passing of Time. This collection is dedicated to her."
PS: The beautiful poem was my mother's contribution to the collection <3 Gracias mami.
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