I have no clue of what’s going on inside my mind but lately i been traveling a lot (inside my mind), to places within reality, some of them created by me, some of them places i wanna’ go. And then i feel like someone out of this word. Sometimes i feel like I'm a 40 year old adult stuck in the body of a teenager. I sometimes think in a way i believe not all of my classmates ever imagined of. I enjoy silence, i rather hear piano or just hear the sounds of the night. I sometimes tend to be very silent, in a way that sometimes my friends think I'm sick or something like that. Saying that, i can say I AM weird, very weird, and i love being weird, why not?, why not dare to be different?, why not believe and think in your own philosophic weird different way?. (Ask that to yourself if you’re reading this). AM I WEIRD?. It all may sound confusing to you, but it makes sense to me.
Since i saw THIS photo shoot on Marirene’s blog i felt like inspired, inspired as hell, inspired as heaven. And found these pictures of my family circa 1930’s, 40’s, 50’s and 60’s. They’re all blurry and old and smelly but that’s the appeal of vintage photos. They make me travel back to were everything was all smiles, all hugs, and were inside the pictures none problems showed up.