Quién mira

Miradas. De un interior a un exterior, o a otro interior…

Todas las fotografías son originales de Oliva González.

I walk around with a feeling that my life had never truly belonged to me, that I had never truly inhabited my self, that I had never been real. And because I wasn’t real, I didn’t understand the effect I had on others, the damage I could cause, the hurt I could inflict on the people who loved me. — Paul Auster. Man in the dark.



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