Si la observas con atención la verás respirar a través de sus viejas paredes en ruinas, ella llora en silencio añorando aquellos días donde su interior estaba lleno de vida.
Ella es la casa que una vez estuvo habitada, ahora es un triste y espantoso lugar abandonado, todo se siente vacío y los recuerdos parecen cobrar vida entre los susurros del viento, que se filtran entre esas viejas ruinas.
Los espíritus rodean este oscuro lugar, esas almas que vivieron y murieron en ella y que ahora se aferran a este sitio, dónde dejaron parte de su vida.
El frío, la soledad y la miseria ahora la ahogan en pena, los días son largos y las noches son una oscura penumbra, nadie se interesa por ella, su vida útil definitivamente ya terminó.
Las paredes se quejan y la vieja madera rechina con mucha razón, alguien la ha olvidado y su corazón se ha marchitado.
Ella reclama su gente, las risas, los llantos, las alegrías y tristezas, el deseo, la pasión y las ilusiones de quién alguna vez vivió en su interior.
Ella siente dolor y mucha irá, ella desea volver a sentir la vida que todos aquellas almas le concedian, el latido de sus corazones la llenaban de vida y con cada latido ella revivia.
El silencio es su peor recuerdo y ahora ella sola, abandonada y deteriorada siente que todas esas vidas pasadas quedaron en su interior, aferradas en cada lugar que les recuerda su vida terrenal.
Ya no solo es una casa vacía, es un recuerdo que habita entre las paredes de esta vieja y antigua casa, que ahora vive bajo el recuerdo de aquellas almas perdidas.
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If you look closely you will see her breathing through her old ruined walls, she cries silently longing for those days when her interior was full of life.
She is the house that was once inhabited, now it is a sad and dreadful abandoned place, everything feels empty and the memories seem to come alive between the whispers of the wind, which filter through those old ruins.
Spirits surround this dark place, those souls who lived and died in it and now cling to this place, where they left part of their lives.
The cold, loneliness and misery now drown it in sorrow, the days are long and the nights are a dark gloom, no one is interested in it, its useful life is definitely over.
The walls groan and the old wood creaks with good reason, someone has forgotten her and her heart has withered.
She claims her people, the laughter, the cries, the joys and sorrows, the desire, the passion and the illusions of who once lived inside her.
She feels pain and much will go, she wishes to feel again the life that all those souls granted her, the beating of their hearts filled her with life and with each beat she revived.
Silence is her worst memory and now she is alone, abandoned and deteriorated, she feels that all those past lives were left inside her, clinging to every place that reminds them of their earthly life.
It is no longer just an empty house, it is a memory that dwells within the walls of this old and ancient house, which now lives under the memory of those lost souls.
Photographs of my authorship taken with my Samsung A10 camera phone edition with the Griart.