All we know is that we traded it all for this, this chemical replacement, this rubber reality, this nothing with the appearance of something, this pathetic façade that has no meaning, that fulfills nothing and alters nothing except time and its course, time and its unstoppable course, time and its consequential course, and all we choose is to try to deceive it, try to delude it...
"Time doth transfix the flourish set on youthAnd delves the parallels in beauty's brow,Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow (...)"--Sonnet 60, William Shakespeare
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Nincy, ¿con qué hacés tus imágenes? Me gustan mucho, ¿me harías un retrato algún día?
Gracias :). Claro que te hago un retrato, pero sería digital porque las imágenes las hago en photoshop :p.
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