“...returned with the echo of a strange, unknown rain, I listened to it fall on the rocks, to the side of sleep, I closed my eyes and felt the weight, the drops, I opened my eyes and the sky appeared clear, thus came the voices, between the cracks of slee

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“In this short life that only lasts ah hour, how much -how little- is within our power." En esta corta vida que dura apenas una hora, cuánto - cuán poco - depende de nosotros. Poem, “1287”, (Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886). Photo: thoughts. Model: Carlota Yagüe Santos. Photographer: Michel Genève. Place: Charco de Caljomero, Garganta de Jar...