Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while

The feeling that I’m losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I’m glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what’s in her mind?
Each time I think I’m close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time….

Slipping through my fingers, ABBA.

Es ese momento en que se es aún una girl pero las puertas de la adolescencia y la adultez están por abrirse, un momento suspendido entre la infancia y lo que vendrá, un momento nostálgico y extraño, romántico y complejo, hermoso y triste… nadie dijo que ser girl era fácil.

Cuaderno Padres/Hijos, de Minus Editions.

Vestido de gasa de algodón, de Margot París.

Sandalias Maracuya Green, Maison Mangostan.

Chaqueta de denim de algodón orgánico, de Poudre Organic.

Visera, de Liewood.