RESCUING THE SCORE #2 A PHOTOGRAPH YOU LIKE
Hello again.
It's me.
Jotape.
In a new, epic and irrelevant post.
But not today. Today is a special day. Today I will open my heart with
you, English Mates.
Today it's time to write about: The photography that I love the most.
Well, I didn't want to make a spoiler, I swear. but it was inevitable to put it in the previous post XD I'm sorry.
This picture was taken by my mom, in the garden of my house in Coquimbo, about 14 years ago ... oh wow, I had not thought so before ...
By then, my brother was about a year and a half, and I was 5 and a half years old (we were both born in September) and as you can see in the picture, we were tender and fat.
In the picture my brother appears on the right side, when he was still a little growing piglet. On the left side (as always) his worst nightmare comes: me. Seriously speaking, I was quite unpleasant with him, behavior that I still regret, and I constantly try to rectify.
This photo means a lot to me. First of all, the fact that we are taking our hands symbolizes our deep connection and fraternal love that I would never doubt or put to test. My relationship with my brother is complementary, we agree incredibly well and I want it to be that way forever.
Second, I feel that it also shows our childhood, our innocence, our best time. That in which we played all day to then go into the house to sleep, and repeat the process for the rest of the month.
Thank you very much for reading the second edition of "Rescuing the Score". We return to the usual schedule, starting next Tuesday! See you later!
It's me.
Jotape.
In a new, epic and irrelevant post.
But not today. Today is a special day. Today I will open my heart with
you, English Mates.
Today it's time to write about: The photography that I love the most.Well, I didn't want to make a spoiler, I swear. but it was inevitable to put it in the previous post XD I'm sorry.
This picture was taken by my mom, in the garden of my house in Coquimbo, about 14 years ago ... oh wow, I had not thought so before ...
By then, my brother was about a year and a half, and I was 5 and a half years old (we were both born in September) and as you can see in the picture, we were tender and fat.
In the picture my brother appears on the right side, when he was still a little growing piglet. On the left side (as always) his worst nightmare comes: me. Seriously speaking, I was quite unpleasant with him, behavior that I still regret, and I constantly try to rectify.
This photo means a lot to me. First of all, the fact that we are taking our hands symbolizes our deep connection and fraternal love that I would never doubt or put to test. My relationship with my brother is complementary, we agree incredibly well and I want it to be that way forever.
Second, I feel that it also shows our childhood, our innocence, our best time. That in which we played all day to then go into the house to sleep, and repeat the process for the rest of the month.
Thank you very much for reading the second edition of "Rescuing the Score". We return to the usual schedule, starting next Tuesday! See you later!
You have changed too much, but your eyes haven't.
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