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.
