Scriu aceste randuri cu o singura mana, cu piciorul stang amortit, pe ritmurile slagarului “Baby shark”. Cu una dintre maini incerc sa o impiedic pe cea care se recomanda “Li Goghe” (din romanescul Oli Gheorghe) sa nimereasca combinatia de taste ALT+F4. Imi aduc aminte zambind de perioada in care ma asezam la calculator in liniste si credeam ca nu am conditiile necesare pentru ca chakrele mele sa se deschida pentru a primi iluminare si inspiratie.

Totusi, uitandu-ma la motivul amortelii piciorului meu, simt motivatia de a ma imbarca intr-un periplu lung pe apele linistite ale multumirii pentru tot ce s-a intamplat in 2019. Am invatat sa ne bucuram de lucrurile despre care credeam ca ni se cuvin: viata, sanatate, familie sau oameni care cred in noi si ne ofera responsabilitatea de a fi cei care selecteaza cateva crampeie de timp din multele momente ale nuntii care, puse cap la cap, sa inchege o poveste relevanta a acelei zile.

Nu suntem cei mai buni fotografi. Nu suntem nici macar fotografi. Suntem doar niste oameni care au realizat ca bunicii nu vor fi vesnic pe prispa casei, copiii nu vor crede mereu ca lingurita care se indreapta spre gura lor e un avion cargo cu o incarcatura de broccoli si nici parintii nu se vor rezuma la acelasi numar de riduri pe care il au in ziua nuntii. De aceea, avem dorinta de a impacheta timpul in cutii transparente si necosmetizate. Este o pura intamplare ca facem asta cu camerele foto.

Fotografiile cu noi au fost surprinse de rabdatoarea Olga Moreira.

I write these lines with just one hand, with a tingling foot, on the beats of “Baby shark”. With one of my hands I try to prevent the one introducing herself as “Li Goghe” (from the Romanian Oli Gheorghe) to hit the ALT+F4 key combination. I remember smiling the time when I was sitting at the computer in peace and thought I didn’t have the necessary conditions for my chakras to open to receive illumination and inspiration.

However, looking at the reason for my leg numbness, I feel motivated to embark on a long journey on the calm waters of contentment for everything that happened in 2019. We’ve learned to enjoy the things we thought we deserve: life, health, family or people who believe in us and give us the responsibility to be the ones who select some time slices, from the many moments of the wedding, that, put together, conclude a relevant story of that day.

We’re not the best photographers. We’re not even photographers. We are just some people who realized that grandparents won’t be on the house porch forever, the children won’t always believe that the teaspoon that goes to their mouth is a cargo plane with a load of broccoli, and neither parents will be limited to the same number of wrinkles they had on your wedding day. Therefore, we want to pack time in transparent and raw boxes. It’s a pure coincidence that we do this with cameras.