Invisibles. (Photography and text by Lizambrossio Zigzagzum*)
"Mexico of polarities, Mexico of crisis, Mexico of depression
My people, sad people"
A kick to the economic polarity of the country
Don't know the solitude, don't know the loneliness, don't know the non-existent...of the ephimerous, if you have never been...
Civic manifestation
Wanderer
She doesn't know other reality
The blindness of the one that doesn't want to see
And you find yourself alone...alone...alone
We strugle, but we never give up
And we get old, become and old man that can't hear its own violin
The poor, the crazy, the disable, the handicapped,the deaf, the blid...they are the invisible
While life passes by...everyone forgets
Because life...life is an unknow goddess
Don't kill me with your look, colorless hart...
*This is the work of Lizambrossio, a young photographer and model with a great sensitivity.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Asked
“I asked God for strength that I might achieve. I was made weak that I might learn humbly to obey. I asked for health that I might do greater things. I was given infirmity that I might do better things. I asked for riches that I might be happy. I was given poverty that I might be wise. I asked for power that I might have the praise of men. I was given weakness that I might feel the need of God. I asked for all things that I might enjoy life. I was given life that I might enjoy all things. I got nothing that I asked for, but everything I hoped for. Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered. I am, among all men, most richly blessed.”
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