Lisbon/Tenerife Santacruz
Traces in the city.It is incapable of erasing them.
Even though it will fade away someday, I see the traces in some other places. it remains by who wants to be remained.
Time is floating in the place, and remains intact; such as someone’s wanting, hoping, swaying minds.
husband and wife (marido y marida), and nothing else… what will be the next. (of such a simple and hidden expression on the wall),
trace of the hand printings,
scribble of nobody’s names…
I am walkng on the city with those floating minds.
