The simple things
One day you will ask me to go back to memories that you can’t recall.
Then I will look for a box, I’ll open it and take a few photos.
They’ll be simple, and I will use them like words.
In my hands you will see our dreams, joy, pain, astonishment, love, madness, freedom.
I will arrange them accurately over the table, as if they were tarot cards, and I’ll start telling my story.
The story of the four of us.
‘Que el amor es simple y a las cosas simples las devora el tiempo.’
Mercedes Sosa, Canciòn De Las Simples Cosas
Le semplici coseThe project