Since I was a child, I have been fascinated by graves. Especially the oldest ones. I think cemeteries are museums of life represented in each grave. Each grave silently screams the existence of the one who dwells in it. That past full of sadness, joys and all kinds of human emotions silenced for eternity.
Each one says "Here I am, don't ignore me, imagine who I was, imagine what my eyes saw when I was in your place. It doesn't matter if nobody remembers me. You are doing it now. You give me life, a little bit of that life I lost "

Since I was a child, I have been fascinated by graves. Especially the oldest ones. I think cemeteries are museums of life represented in each grave. Each grave silently screams the existence of the one who dwells in it. That past full of sadness, joys and all kinds of human emotions silenced for eternity.
Each one says "Here I am, don't ignore me, imagine who I was, imagine what my eyes saw when I was in your place. It doesn't matter if nobody remembers me. You are doing it now. You give me life, a little bit of that life I lost "