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133.- Sadness

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.

2013 05 13 Sadness Version corta

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.

2 responses

  1. So simple. So clear. So beautiful.

    May 14, 2013 at 11:55

    • Thank you very much, your kind comment is very appreciated

      May 14, 2013 at 12:01

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