133.- Sadness

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I was walking down Argensola Street and suddenly I saw them. Through the window I could see their elegant dresses, their distinguished poses, their white skin.
I was standing in front of them for a while (three or four minutes)  and felt their sadness, the sadness of knowing beautiful and dead.
At last I took the camera and shot them.

TRISTEZA
Bajaba por la calle Argensola cuando de repente las vi. A través del escaparate  pude ver sus elegantes vestidos, sus distinguidas poses, su blanca piel.
Estuve parado frente a ellas un rato (tres o cuatro minutos) y sentí su tristeza, la tristeza de saberse bellas y muertas.
Al final tomé la foto.