In that heart of Madrid de los Austrias, its monumental Plaza Mayor, it is always one of those places where time, metaphorically turned into a wandering Jew, seems to have stopped in the no less metaphorical inns of its mysterious chiaroscuro.
Moments, on the other hand, where the gaze becomes like a shock and even the seemingly watchful eye of the photographer, turns into the sweet gaze of a child.
A look, however, that becomes inquisitive, undoubtedly reinvigorated by the expectation that a new discovery supposes, a new opportunity for interpretation.
And of course, a new challenge to the imagination, always haunted by that restless maiden, who is undoubtedly always fantasy.
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