Gifts, true gifts, born from generosity and not obligation, always leave an echo in the heart.
A while ago, I posted a query to my weird online freakbook life about a book I was looking for - "Bons Baisers" - a published series of photographs of 'kisses' (interpreted in the loosest ways) by the photographers of Magnum agency.
From nowhere, a friend from Paris contacted me to let me know that he'd found a copy and that he'd bought it for me. He was planning to send it, I was planning to send him money to send it, but we both got caught in the usual web of life.
So, a month or two after our back and forth, we crossed paths while I was travelling, in a bar a long way from home, and he passed it to me after a handful of drinks, refusing my crummy materialistic gesture of covering his costs. I couldn't have been more affected... So, humble thanks, Genaro... You're a good man.
This is what the book that he holds in his hand looks like. It's fucking amazing.
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