A veces las calles se me antojan no sólo para caminarlas, sino para perderme en alguna de sus tantas escenas, unas propias, y otras ajenas. Y así contemplar sus protagonistas, imaginar que los conozco y tratar de adivinar sus pensamientos de ese momento de su vida en el que me hago su testigo. ¿Lo hás hecho? Trata de vivir esta escena que capté mientras caminaba en el mercado de Oaxaca. ¿Imaginas sus historias? ¿Cómo se llamará la vendedora? ¿Será la tercera de siete hermanos? O más simple: ¿Sientes el sabor del limón?
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Sometimes I like to go out on the streets not only to walk them but also to get lost in one of its many stories, some of them mine and some others not. I like to stare at people walking, to imagine that I know them and try to read their thoughts in that exactly moment that I found them. Have you try that?. Try to get into this particular scene that I captured at Oaxaca’s market. Can you imagine what’s their story? What might the girl’s name be? Is she the third of seven brothers? or at least can you feel the taste of that lemon?.
Sometimes I like to go out on the streets not only to walk them but also to get lost in one of its many stories, some of them mine and some others not. I like to stare at people walking, to imagine that I know them and try to read their thoughts in that exactly moment that I found them. Have you try that?. Try to get into this particular scene that I captured at Oaxaca’s market. Can you imagine what’s their story? What might the girl’s name be? Is she the third of seven brothers? or at least can you feel the taste of that lemon?.
