Waiting
© the talented Riccardo Traverso
He has misplaced his faith -she had enough faith for both of them, but he believes this is the only place he can get an explanation of why He robbed her from him. Anger and devastation, he misses her. He dreams the afterlife where she is now, must be something like this place, and the little misplaced faith remained helps him to dream their encounter.
In the meantime, he waits.
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oh love! are you reading my thoughts again?!
uff, Cali…
I saw this, and l kind of had flashes of what it would be to loose a life companion…
😦
I wonder…….and am glad I don’t yet have to wonder.
This makes me so sad. Look at his face.
I would imagine at that point you’d just be trucking along going through the motions until it was time for your train to grind to a halt at its final destination. Can’t even imagine that bleak stretch of waiting.
Beautiful. Thank you. ❤
I love this. Love the photo. the words flow well with it.
Hem… this is my photo you used in your blog. I have nothing against it and I’m happy to see that people like it, but you could at least give credits to the author…
ABSOLUTELY, RICCARDO!!
(and thank you so much)
:))
No problem at all 🙂
I’m glad to see that the words you chose for this picture sums up quite good my thoughts about it. In fact I titled it “a place to think” 😉