photo: On the road, in Morocco, a metaphor for life
Of the things that happened to me, some by accident, others by my fault, I first understood through the lens of destiny or fatality, now I leave them behind in the jumble of human history.
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like tears on the window
let my will melt in the coldness of August, shake off the dust of regret when you open the window, looking at you through the eyes of the rain, a little sad, like tears on the window.