poetry about the love of photography

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3 years ago

Every time you fall in love

the eye suddenly became a camera.

At the time of its introduction, a telephoto lens was attached

closer to distant, wordy sometimes shaken

focus on a single point, fade the foreground and background

all he looks like, no matter other people.

During courtship, objects are getting closer

must immediately change the lens to wide.

There appeared all its beauty, its beauty

and a beauty other than her.

Face detection gets even more confused

it turns out that there are many interesting faces around me

Months, years

wide lenses start to mold with moisture.

Only a macro lens remains

who finds love is only half.

We put down the camera, tired of aiming

events that are no longer fun.

I just wanted to break up

too sick of the camera sissy.

Months, years later

new cameras are finally replacing

more sophisticated, all the new features are scattered

bigger pixel, waterproof, shock resistant

able to shoot in the dark

lens choices are increasingly diverse

and can be uploaded directly to Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.

With this camera new objects always seem perfect

especially in beauty face mode, of course.

We are often hunting places

wherever his acting style seems great.

But arrived at a time

we find an old camera that has been dusty.

We turn it on, just want to check memories.

Blur and noise scattered here and there

blurs the faces we once loved.

But all events are perpetuated

we still very well memorize and almost impossible to forget

That pimple, that smile, that laugh

those tears, those disappointments.

We begin to realize that he never plays

and not even a camera sissy.

And the blurry photos weren't his fault

but because we are not yet photographers

who is good at holding the camera.

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