Revolución 489

My Photo scholarship 2010 entry

Worldwide | Saturday, October 2, 2010 | flickr photos

Revolución's house.
Left years ago, this house is debated between the rubbles. The colors are lost, the plants died and on having entered you realize that it is an urban desert that it will fall down. It was the house of my great-grandfathers, of my grandparents, of my mother, my uncles and me. Here we were happy, here we were human. And here we will return one day, the last one. It will return the color, the laughs, the children raising the roof, to the window box, to the pomegranate. And we'll be toghether again.

These text resumen how i'm now, at these moment. When I took a picture what I'm trying to do is to reflex how i feel about lifetime, what i think the people can feel too. And that's what I choose this way to express myself to the world. Because I need to share how I perceive it around me. And the reward is when someone identifies or when it notices something that had never been stopped to observe.