Story of a stone
25 September 2016

stones

Today I found a stone in my suitcase. While I was packing for tomorrow, it appeared.

As I hold it in my hand I realized, it has been collected somewhere from my travels. At a point when I felt I should have it like a souvenir, to keep memory of that place or a specific event.  But I don’t remember anymore, where is it from or why it was important. Still there it is, solid and grey. From now on I have to acknowledge it as something special, without ever knowing its significance.

4 September, 2016.

Rua Dona Filipa de Vilhena.