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Published: 2015-03-17 14:59:55 +0000 UTC; Views: 921; Favourites: 70; Downloads: 0
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When I’m some time away from photography, let it be one month or a week I feel as if I’m empty and there is something inside of me lacking which I’m ignoring. Nowadays I’d love that days had 48 hours, because I don’t have enough time to do everything I have to and it’s imposible for me to take pictures, edit them, etc… But I’ll come back, like we always do in those periods when we’re focused on those things that move us and other time we can’t do anything but let it rest.Cuando estoy algún tiempo alejada de la fotografía, ya sea un mes o una semana siento como que estoy vacía y falta algo dentro de mi a lo que estoy ignorando. Hoy en día me encantaría que los días tuvieran 48 horas, porque no me da tiempo a hacer todo lo que tengo que hacer y me resulta imposible sacar fotos nuevas, editarlas, etc… Pero volveré, como todos lo hacemos tenemos temporadas en las que estamos más pendientes de aquello que nos mueve y otras veces no tenemos más remedio que dejarlo descansar.
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Bon voyage, my friend! We who benefit from your presence here at deviantART shall keep watch, Guada, for your return. I'll go fire up the lighthouse lamp, scan the horizon for sight of your sails and do some thinking....
I Sit and Look Out
I SIT and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame;
I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with themselves, remorseful after deeds done;
I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children, dying, neglected, gaunt, desperate;
I see the wife misused by her husband—I see the treacherous seducer of young women;
I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love, attempted to be hid—I see these sights on the earth;
I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny—I see martyrs and prisoners;
I observe a famine at sea—I observe the sailors casting lots who shall be kill’d, to preserve the lives of the rest;
I observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon laborers, the poor, and upon negroes, and the like;
All these—All the meanness and agony without end, I sitting, look out upon,
See, hear, and am silent.
—Walter Whitman (1819–1892) Leaves of Grass (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1900)
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