This is the story of a city, stories told in the walk of the steps, sighs that are enclosed in a mechanical shut eyes, eyes that create delays, which are lost dreams, despair that corrupts the soul, which ignorant, apparently not seeing, that crushes our souls in ethereal evil hiss mock sadness, that sardonic smile, the sharp pain called humanity, what we want not to be: Human, human ... hurts both our nature ... as such wandering around, looking for the beauty of all that longing, love everything, of everything we intend to possess, but our lens happens when you run into this? when a sad look, immortalized, reflects a reality that lurks, a chaos that governs us, beauty always comes with a pretty face, do not forget the paths that have led us to the place we now occupy, not forget all that we do not pretend to ignore, the harshness that lives out there, there are wonders, and many, but where is our humanity? ...
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Esta es la historia de una ciudad, historias que se cuentan en el andar de los pasos, suspiros que se encierran en el cerrar mecanico de un ojos, miradas que se eternizan, ensueños que se pierden, la desesperanza que corrompe el alma, lo que ignoramos, lo que aparentamos no ver, lo que estruja nuestras almas en etereos siseos de mal fingida tristeza, esa sonrisa sardonica, ese dolor punzante llamado humanidad, lo que pretendemos no ser: Humanos, humanos... tanto nos duele nuestra naturaleza... como tales deambulamos por ahi, buscando la belleza de todo cuanto anhelamos, de todo cuanto amamos, de todo cuanto pretendemos poseer, pero que sucede cuando nuestra lente se topa con esto? cuando una mirada triste, eternizada, es el reflejo de una realidad que nos acecha, de un caos que nos gobierna, la belleza no siempre viene con una cara bonita, no olvidemos los senderos que nos han llevado hasta el lugar que ahora ocupamos, no olvidemos todo cuanto somos, no pretendamos ignorar, esa crudeza que vive alla afuera, maravillas las hay, y muchas, pero donde esta nuestra humanidad?...
- Mood:
Love - Listening to: Dead souls dreaming
- Reading: Hanna Arendt -The human condition
- Drinking: coffe
Gracias por todos los favoritos !
Hasta pronto Amigo !
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Her Heaven is a lie
Her God is a lie
Thanks for all...
Emmanuel
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"The photography acquires a little of dignity which misses her when it stops being a reproduction of the reality and shows us things which do not exist any more." Marcel Proust
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Her Heaven is a lie
Her God is a lie
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"There's no excuse to be bored. Sad, yes. Angry, yes. Depressed,yes. Crazy, yes. But there's no excuse for boredom, ever."
- Viggo Mortensen
Gracias por todo !
Yes...I feel a small braek in creativity ...but I know that it is only a moment...
Thank you so much for the comments !
Trzymaj się przyjacielu !
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Her Heaven is a lie
Her God is a lie
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. Beginner Photography & Digital Art
· Se habla 60% español / I speak 40% English
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"He is his own best friend, and takes delight in privacy where as the man of no virtue or ability is his own worst enemy and is afraid of solitude." Aristotle
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"There's no excuse to be bored. Sad, yes. Angry, yes. Depressed,yes. Crazy, yes. But there's no excuse for boredom, ever."
- Viggo Mortensen
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~Andrea H. Rimer~
"Within this wall of flesh, there is a soul."
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I am grounded, I am humbled, I am one with everything.
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"He is his own best friend, and takes delight in privacy where as the man of no virtue or ability is his own worst enemy and is afraid of solitude." Aristotle
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I give God credit for every picture I have taken, and ever will take. He is, after all, the designer, architect, and builder who created it all. I am simply documenting the finished product for others to see.
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"He is his own best friend, and takes delight in privacy where as the man of no virtue or ability is his own worst enemy and is afraid of solitude." Aristotle
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It's when you start smiling and get all excited just to be able to see him, even for one second, then you know.
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