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Why am I here in such a beautiful place, so far from the pain of the world? The sun illuminates everything, letting its life reach each thing that passes through its rays. The grass reflects the cold drops of the fountain. The children play, laugh, shout without knowing what waits for them… And each gesture of happiness is a torture for me. Why am I in this place if I actually would like to be in a cold dark cave like the one I’ve hollowed in me the last years? Nobody notices me: I’m like an insect. Just a forgotten corpse in this radiant space. Perhaps that is why I am here. There isn’t a more appropriate place to be in despair like this, while life continues… (Photo by Gil) |
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barra mansa, Brazil
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