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RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts

in #art5 years ago

A Cold Loneliness.

Wandering on an unstable road, goes the old wanderer plunged by the incessant cold of a hostile solitude, extreme conditions let flow in his narrow walk. Frozen walls cover his gaze, a slight cry moistens his soul more and more, there is no feeling only a sad emptiness that does not let see light in his path.


Una Fría Soledad.

Vagando sobre un camino inestable, va el viejo errante sumido por el frio incesante de una soledad hostil, condiciones extremas deja fluirse en su estrecho caminar. Paredes heladas cubren su mirada, un llanto leve humedece cada vez más su alma, no hay sentimiento solo un triste vacío que no deja ver luz en su camino.