raise our eyes to the nearest window. Only Gray is able to tell stories in days and without saying a word to the wind. Once outside, the living soil pools choked by people avoid stepping on not to soil their own shame. Is the time where the trees end up moving its last leaves to give way to green more devastating that is. Spring begins to get its teeth to the rhythm of an endless drop. Only 60 steps.
Photo: José Javier Rodríguez Comas
The blog where it fuses the human and the divine in the form of photography. Where Sevilla is the key, traditions, innovation, beliefs, and anything that escapes the eye of man, since the aim of J. Javier Rodríguez Comas ... 
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