
#photography I have a small flower born without giving me half the heart. In the land of blood its radiance was added. It is delicate and dies without care and without pampering. It requires a lot of attention against the heat of summer, against the cold of winter, against the cruel disappointment that causes so much damage over the years. It blooms in the spring, it withers in the summer and in the winter it dies, if my hand doesn't take care of it. He remains enthusiastic! With the water of love. She throws flowers of passion and rejoices in the window when the sun caresses her. It's all I have! I don't know how it happened. I grew up, without realizing it, In the middle of the heart.
Carlos Etxeba.
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