guess this is living. Gift of friendship. Of empathy, affinity. Of the details materialize without retail price of the value of indelible. Perhaps many years from now, no one understands. There are more than colored paper with handwritten notes. Withered flowers, eccentricities, oddities, minimal art, curiosity. Perhaps our only obligation is to explain its value, save the fire or the trash can, give the immensity of its value, why is there, took that place. Teaching others to watch, make them understand, appreciate their value no value in legal tender, its meaning.
What I do know for sure is that my fate is to enjoy it, share it, live it with emotion. The fate of forming part of my anonymity.
Maybe I should not make public the private. Perhaps someone will ask "because I care", but can not find another way to show my gratitude. What good is life without emotion or gratitude? And that means talking about this board, talking about Norberto Luis Romero and editor Lilliputian, playful and almost always Omphale and nonprofit : "The doors of the doer" . Handmade object books, acts of love, friendship gifts. Evenings, days, hours spent on Norberto think about design. Given time to build unique items. Celebration of friendship, statement love of literature. Way to give meaning to the word art, a different way of giving meaning to the word book, the word shrine, the word jeweler.
And in a tale of Angeles Barba Prieto, "The miracle of the saint" dedicated to Daniel Moyano. A tale told by a girl with a star Cadiz Argentina, Eva Peron. A story white and blue. Norberto gift to Angeles . Gift Angeles to your friends.
And in the prose of Angeles, a story that talks about women and memories. Of life seen through the eyes of a child. Father's home, family, present and wishes to ask the future. A story that has a special day, the kind you never forget and allow us to stumble upon the history that is written in textbooks, the one that keeps the petals of dried flowers, petals of fabric sewn by hand, petals between the pages of a book.
A story that speaks of hunger and odors. Poverty, hunger odor. Of secular miracles. The exceptional and the fortune that has no price. A tribute to Cadiz and their streets, their neighborhoods and their names. Speaking of older sisters, bound women and destination, boyfriends, migration, chance, America. Time, future gray, domestic men, aspirations .
A story in which Angeles me about a rebellious child, other than a girl dressed in Sunday, a day in port for a saint with dyed hair. Anonymous and only girl in a crowd in uniform. Gold and black. White and blue.
A rebellious girl with words stored in their pockets patched. Words, eyes, heart, away from the obvious and apparent. Girl wrest the future expected something different, no material value, not retail price. Women who do not want to look to anyone to copy anyone forget anything, ask anything.
A day of fortune, princesses history without people. Day old free market, offal, shame others and this uncouth.
paper one day and smell again. Perfume, fragrance, gift and gratitude.
Norberto Luis Romero
http://wwwnorbertoluisromero.blogspot.com/
doors maker
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