Details of a dried leaf
Traveling, dry, she lets time show in her ribs, her beam is no longer the same, but she remains beautiful and intact.
She lets herself be photographed, a leaf that has come in a breeze on a calm afternoon, on the days she is at home she comes to visit very calmly.
The sun wrinkled her back a little, but she doesn't let it show, she continues like poetry with the shape of a heart remembering that one day she was alive.
