Memoria


Lo peor de los recuerdos es el azar, los elementos que quedan encadenados para siempre en tu mente de una manera totalmente aleatoria. Y ahora lloro cuando oigo esa canción, y cuando huelo una rosa recuerdo el día en que mi padre me dio una bofetada sin razón.


The worst thing about memories is their randomness, those elements that get chained together forever in your mind in the most fortuitous way. And now i cry everytime i hear that song, and whenever i smell a rose, i remember the day my father slapped my face for no reason.




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2007 June 23 | Valencia (ES)

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SX-70 SE Sonar OS | 600
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Original shots from B&W negatives labelled as "Puçol August 1955" found by a friend of a friend (that was not me) in a trash can.
 
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