VERANO

(Foto: Francesc Luque)

Julio en Laponia. Pescar, comer y dormir. Desde las diez de la mañana hasta las tres de la madrugada. Ríos distintos, paisajes distintos. Sólo un pescador puede entender la música de esta canción

"...all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters." (Norman Maclean)