And in the beginning, my lungs had too much air in them, whenever you were near, like I could never breathe out enough.
And in the end, my throat closed, whenever you were far, like I could never breathe again.
She comes here 3 times a week for a meal and a beer. Her husband past away and she don't like eating alone. 'May i ask how old you are?', I ask her after we talked for a while. She replied: 'My body is 87 years old, but in my heart i'm 30'. ~
I don't do a lot of portraits, but i wanted to share this beautiful lady with you.
You said you knew the perfect place to run to. A place that was empty of people, and buildings, and far, far away. A place covered in blood-red earth and sleeping life. A place longing to come alive again. It's a place for disappearing, you'd said, a place for getting lost...and for getting found. I'll take you there, you'd said.
And I could say that I agreed.