"Every heart sings a song, incomplete,

until another heart whispers back."

.. preparing our second photo exhibition.! Photos are already printed in the darkroom and only framing was left for this Monday.
Now are photos are ready to be out in the real world.. feeling is excitement when printing the photos more than looking at it hanging in the wall.
In the darkroom feels like there is one body, the hands and the photo. When it is hanged in the wall feels like it belongs to someone else.

Heartbroken day.! Had to say a goodbye. and i have found the most suitable song for the heartbroken moments
there isn't anyone to say if i am a diamond or a dime a dozen

And I sewed a party dress
In and out and in and out
With a needle and a thread
In and out and in and out
In my head the thought of him
In and out, in and out and in

When he said, when he said he was leaving
I took up the violin
When he said, when he said that my body he'd not miss
I became a sculptress
When he said, when he said that my face he'd soon forget
I became a poet

And the fiddle and the bow
In and out and in and out
And the chiseling stone
In and out and in and out
And the fountain pen
In and out, in and out and in

Now that he's gone away
There isn't anyone to say if I'm a lady gay or a crazy woman
Now that he's gone away
There isn't anyone to say if I'm a diamond or a dime a dozen