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pienso en ti y me duele. profunda inspiración. siento que ya no estas. estas muy lejos. siempre habrá un velo entre nosotros.

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EL PASO

Canon EOS 3 | Kentmere 400 | Tamron 28/75mm | Flash Canon Speedlite 430 II

All pictures shot and processed by me.

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some rough sketches i made i while ago.

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La muerte es un sueño borroso, nítido como la piedra y profundo como las cruces erguidas que lo vigilan.

Death is a blurry dream, clear as stone, and deep as the erect crosses that guard it.

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no one is watching.

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and still i feel my best when im all beaten up.

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morph.

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how fascinating i will always be the same person but with a million unknown layers and versions yet to unveil themselves, invent themselves.

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cute little fucker.

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slit my throat. pull and tear my cords. make up my feelings from their cry. am i still yet?

[stalgivc]

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faceless doll. photograph by me.

230226.

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i love bruises. wish i was always bruised. makes my pain visible.

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my veins vibrate. there’s sound inside. exit through my slit throat. burn. maybe someday they’ll be still.

by me.

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I still wear my rosary, though it´s broken. Makes cuts on my neck.

Is an easy fix, but I hold myself back.

I dread doing it.

They feel like angel kisses.

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Analogy of the muse.

Delicately veiled, even if I try to guess your figure through the needlework that shyly hides you, it keeps me from seeing you clearly.

“Ahí surge la inspiración, tras la inquietud, el misterio de lo que no dices. La imagen que emana aire. Ahí surge la inspiración.”