Primitive rose

Primitive rose

Ginés Castillo. En algún lugar del otro lado

     ... And then, after shooting, I turned off the camera. It was when he gave her the little money he had on him when he got up and looking me straight in the eye, he started to run. He said nothing to me and I couldn't ask him anything. I stood there, confused and unarmed, watching as he walked away and understanding that, like her, it happened to me. Reality crushed us.

And sometimes it happens to me that, unexpectedly, among all the furtive faces I found on that island, it is his primitive gaze that always comes to my memory.

Although I never knew, nor will I know, his name.

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