Occasionally, while I ate a delicious hake loin confit, looking at her. Was attentive to your computer screen while tasted his salad with cheese and Romesco. Occasionally used the pad with their fingers care to move the mouse. I drew much attention to the movement of those fingers, and even more so when, and with her dessert on the table, positioned so that I could see his hand entirely. The fingers seemed to just touching the keyboard. As forming a ballet company, a beautiful dance began jumping on a key key. Each step, a letter. Every so often a word. His choreography was unintelligible messages to me but only enough for me to understand the beauty of this dance, for her, it was still an everyday action, and surely, sometimes forced because of his work.
Today I was amazed by this gesture so full of charm for me as a routine for her. And that's why I could not suppress the urge to photograph this moment, using my fingers still for more than 15 years.
