Alexandru Bogdan M. Photography Trying to find the last word, I am lost between pages and time to finish the book. There was a moment when you lost me. There was the moment in which you freed me out to find the line where the life could have a meaning and the life can be lived. I can't remember the last word, because your last word was me and I was lost. I put myself on blank pages where I could question myself about my identity, to create a story. This book seems to be never ending. I catch meanings, moments and memories, but with all of this I can't catch my meaning, my worth. Where can I find all of these? What I know right now is that I'm not afraid about life anymore, or about future, because right now I live the present and here I am.. only myself. I can be a word on a blank page, but this blank page can be the last. That's why the book should be written ...
O lume vazuta prin doi ochi, aratata unei lumi intregi si inspirata de un singur suflet