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Created on: January 30, 2009
two thousand years from today what will remain of us and who will be remembered by future generation
I look back at all the books that were written; million of books telling million of stories.
Now internet and blogs. Everyone wishing to leave a track of their passage on this planet.
As a photojournalist in my younger days I was proud to be able to stop the time for an instant with my camera.
That will be my small track, my sand grain on the desert
Drops of joy or pain frozen in a fraction of a second
Looking at my pictures I feel somehow bigger than time
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