Music Without Words

Life has funny ways...

Since always I remember music being part of my life. In one way or another it has been there, as a constant companion. I played the piano, I sang along, I just listened to it, I cried and I laughed. I found love and I found hatred. Every single important moment in my life has a song attached to it. The soundtrack of my memories.

In the same fashion, writting and reading because part of me. I wrote dozens of juvenile poems full of hope and dispair. I wrote editorials that only I would read, I wrote letters, long stories, make believe trip journals, real trip journals, short stories... And then I read... I read and read and read. Oh, how much I read. I cannot begin to count the number of exams I did not study to because I was reading a book and could not leave it.

I still love music and I still hear it playing inside my head. I still read quite a lot. But I rarely write or play my piano nowadays... I needed something to fill up that void!

I am learning photography (ok, let's be honest: "to take pictures"). And it is so overwhelming, so much fun, so inspiring! It is like music, it is like prose and poetry... But it is all that in an image.

I know this might sound ridiculous... Images were always important to me... However, I saw them more often inside my head than out of it. I imagined them more often than really saw what was around me.

Phography has been giving me a new layer, a new "sense". I am not thinking of becoming a professional, of being amazinly good as a lot of people around me here... or anyting other than what I am... An apreciator! I do it because it gives me pleasure. I do it because I makes me happy. I do it because it teaches me about myself and about the world. I do it... most of all because I can hear music when I take a picture.

And that is why I know photography will always be special for me. It is music without words...