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I find myself sitting in a place that may well be nonspecific, timeless, a reflection of time that does not pass and does not erase my pain.

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I take off my glasses to see the colors differently, and the lenses reflect those who have no idea of the reality I observe.

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The murals recall another moment when the sun held the hope of promises that I thought would be fulfilled as I always keep my words when I surrender myself hanging from the clouds, but the reflection shows that there are no clouds... perhaps a symbol of promises that should not have been made by someone who does not keep them.

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A man walking in one direction... A woman with her back to him... Another reflection of reality...

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A companion in solitude that does not fade away.

Loneliness in the reflection.

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_{This post was partially translated using Google Translate and the photos were taken with an iPhone SE.}

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Me encuentro sentado en un lugar que bien puede ser inespecífico, atemporal, reflejo del tiempo que no transcurre ni borra mi dolor.

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Me quito las gafas para ver los colores de otro modo y los cristales se reflejan aquellos que no tienen idea de lo real que observo.

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Los murales recuerdan otro momento cuando el sol sostenía la esperanza de promesas que pensé serían cumplidas como cumplo siempre mis palabras cuando me entrego colgando de las nubes, pero el reflejo muestra que no hay nubes... símbolo quizá de promesas que no debieron hacerse por quien no las cumple.

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Un hombre en una dirección... Una mujer dándole la espalda... Otro reflejo de lo real...

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Compañía en soledad que no se difumina.