… “Para que nada nos separe, que nada nos una”…


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waiting – Mexico D.F.
Through the bars, as crowds go by, he already is forgotten.
He goes everyday to the door of the Cathedral, maybe they will give, maybe they wont.
How many will wash their conscience today ?
How absurd and cruel can destiny be.
All I can do, is photograph him, mocking time.


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