Time passes by.
We won great battles, we lost and cried.
We walked, strangers, on unfamiliar roads.
We saw love coming and moving away.
Our smiling child is a strong, wise man,
and all that remains is our weak memory
and a bunch of faded photographs
Andrea Ricciardi
If you're interested in astrophotography
http://www.astrel-instruments.com
my passion that now is also my job