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It's strange how the simplest things seem to hide secrets no one else notices. No grand adventures or extraordinary tales here. Just one day after another, in the middle of...
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It's strange how the simplest things seem to hide secrets no one else notices. No grand adventures or extraordinary tales here. Just one day after another, in the middle of the mundane. But sometimes, between the cooling coffee and the sound of my footsteps, something emerges. A forgotten detail, a shadow in an image, a question that lingers. I’m not sure why I dwell on these things... maybe because there’s something there, in the ordinary, just waiting to be uncovered.
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24 OCT. 2024 · The Unnamed Portrait
It started as just another moment, slipping by unnoticed. But then there was something—something small, almost hidden, that caught my eye. A detail, a glance, something left behind from another time. I didn’t expect to dwell on it, but now it lingers. It's strange how the simplest things can pull you in, how something so ordinary can make you question what you think you know. And now, I can’t stop wondering… what lies beneath the surface of what we think we understand?
27 OCT. 2024 · Another Sunday, or so it seems. But Sundays aren't what they used to be; they've become just another day, blending into the rush of the week. This morning, a simple bite of cake pulls me somewhere else—somewhere far, to a time when the ocean stretched before me and I walked alone through empty streets, with only the damp air and silent buildings as company.
I find myself between two worlds: one of routine, ticking hours, and familiar faces… and another, boundless and timeless, where the sea’s cold breeze lingers on my skin as if I’d never left. Can memories reach across years like that? Or perhaps, it’s the quiet spaces we carry within that truly hold us.
It's strange how the simplest things seem to hide secrets no one else notices. No grand adventures or extraordinary tales here. Just one day after another, in the middle of...
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It's strange how the simplest things seem to hide secrets no one else notices. No grand adventures or extraordinary tales here. Just one day after another, in the middle of the mundane. But sometimes, between the cooling coffee and the sound of my footsteps, something emerges. A forgotten detail, a shadow in an image, a question that lingers. I’m not sure why I dwell on these things... maybe because there’s something there, in the ordinary, just waiting to be uncovered.
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| Autor | Ramón Gesto de Dios |
| Organización | Ramón Gesto de Dios |
| Categorías | Diarios personales |
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