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Forgotten and never remembered ...




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enriqueponce said…
sobre la memoria: es un concierto que desconcierta en Mi menor. (tal vez la traducción no te permita ver el juego de palabras, que es el mismo que en las etiquetas de mi blog utilizo para las fotografías analógicas que hice tiempo atrás).
...pero la memoria es lo que somos, aunque duela.
Rene Asmussen said…
Amazing and artistic work!! I love it!
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espero que te guste.
Kazi Mustakim said…
Love this work...Its really need talents for image manipulation...!! Great....
Thanks for share with us
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