Scared

2005

It was a sunny afternoon in L'Emporda, the spanish Tuscani. I looked apparently relaxed. Seated under a fig tree, my baby born daughter sleeping in my arms, a kind breeze blowing around, an infinite wheat field in front of my eyes, but no calm at all reigned inside me. I did not confessed it to anyone. I just illustrated the terrible fear I was feeling at that time.

Notice: Undefined index: HTTP_ACCEPT_LANGUAGE in /usr/home/gregorisaavedra.com/web/ndxz-studio/lib/statistics.php on line 56