Greetings followers of shadows and all the hivers that we find here again. There are days that I want to jump on myself, be the shadow, not to be Not being. Make the jump. There are days that I just want to get away. VERSIÓN EN ESPAÑOL

Saludos a los amigos que por esta puerta astral de #ecency nos encontramos ✨Es domingo y no sé si coincidan conmigo, queridos hivers, pero los domingos tienen esa paz de la nostalgia profunda.Tal vez en mí, sea la añoranza de aquellos grandes almuerzos que salían de la cocina de la abuela Iña para reunir a toda la familia.

My maternal grandmother was like the mast from the home, although she was a woman of a strong and apparently very modern nature, she lived something that always called "respect for good customs.In those good customs the "what will say" lived at ease.

Greetings to all the hivers of this community and to all of what we find through this magic portal of #ecencyI have never been very talkative, perhaps because of that, sometimes, there are people who leave with an idea of ​​me very different, so it happened to me with @roswelborges that now passes at home every time to drink Cofecito and conversing and I appreciate it, as I appreciate the opportunity to be her friend and that is about whatI wanted to talk to you, the value of a friend, the beautiful word of having people with whom to share good or bad moments.

Greetings to the entire community, to those who by the #ECENCY network dedicate a time to slowly travel these paths between amazing. I confess, it was not until I stopped at the many images and stories that are interwoven that I find me chasing this 🌎 of shadows. Portraying them has revealed me another space, it is how to look again from a different angle, like a movie you just have to look at the negative and that makes it a story to tell.

I am a branch, The passage of time. The shadow that awaits between the shadows, devoid of leaves and fruit. Do you see me? I grow between the root I am the silhouette. I am afraid that the sun discovers me and transform me into another passerby, that does not warn, Between the branches, The beauty of the tree.