...Once, long ago, i watched an old photograph.
Long ago...
It was me, there, a child, 5 or 6 years old.
I was in a beach of summer under the Sun; the cold ocean of Mar del Plata in the argentine shores looked so unreal. The photograph it was a little yellow by the years...
In the image it could be seen several people as background; strangers, people who didn't realize they were being photographed. Faces looking out from nowhere, to nowhere; strangers pictured there forever.
The cold ocean of Mar del Plata under the midday...
In how many photographs we are the stranger?
In how many photo albums of strangers is our face?
In the shadows of a shelf, thousands of kilometres away.
Looking out from nowhere, to nowhere...
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