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°°° Time; I have always believed that it is like a curtain that is slowly drawn, allowing us to see little by little the future, what is happening, what is showing itself. However, it is more what is veiled

°°° One more step, maybe another, and the weight of the sun, hunger and thirst in the weak body of that man make him succumb after days of wandering in the desert. On his knees he looks to the sky for

°°° Certainly, rivers of ink have flowed about life and death, I myself have contributed with a drop or two to that flow of ideas that are diffused in papers that sooner or later end up folded in some

°°° The disfigured face took on as much humanity as possible as he crawled painfully through the leaf litter, looking towards the hole in the tree, badly wounded, trying to reach something very important.

°°° The bustle of the market, the avalanche of fragrances and the sea of colors always produced in Martell a state very close to happiness. He always arrived very early on Saturday mornings with his shopping

°°° The reflection of the afternoon sunlight on the glass of the plane settling on the runway forced Arthur to turn away from the lens of his long-range camera for a second. He rested his forehead on the

Photo by Martin Kirigua Salome wore a cotton chic-black blouse with a Duchess Satin white pants because it was the weekend, Friday, and she had made plans with her friends to meet after work for a buffet

°°° "Tomorrow the world will still be broken" these words echo in his mind, they become a naked conscience in a man who has already lost even his name. He walks the streets of the city ignoring

°°° The human mind is that space of fascination which may be light or total darkness. It is an unfathomable sea whose mysteries we prefer to ignore, perhaps for fear of getting lost in them. The labyrinth

It is well known, or so they say, that the eyes are the gateway to the soul and for some people wanting to cross that border can become an obsession. Rubens is that kind of person who is born with sensitivity

The signs were there all the time, we just chosed not to look at them. They were right in front of us, shouting at us, although I am convinced that it was not to warn us after all, but were part of a sordid