El abuelo le mostrabá a la niña como fotografiar el puente de Brooklyn. Le mostrabá como grabar el consumismo de Time Square. La avaricia de Wall Street. El frio del homeless person que dormia en un rincón afuera del hotel de 4 estrellas. La sonrisa del extraño. El color turquesa que dejaba una memoria perdida.
Así, abuelo?
y a ti, quién te enseñó a mirar y retratar esos detalles perdidos?
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ReplyDeleteMe encanta cómo puedes atrapar esos momentos simples para hacerlos inolvidables y cómo logras, a través de pocas palabras, empapar ese momento con sentimientos tan profundos...
Gracias por compartir tu manera de ver la vida!
Saludos
Implicada and María Beatriz,
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your comments. I truly appreciate them.
NYC was filled with great moments. I wish I've captured all of them, of course, i didn't.
We usually hate spanish tourist when we're travelling around and spot them, like some italians do with their respectives. Too noisy people, but this grandfather and his granddaughter looks so different. Beautiful scene.
ReplyDeleteWe saw a lot of tourists in NYC, espcially from Spain and Argentina. It was "comforting" to hear Spanish spoken in NY. I think we're taking over!
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