tú no eres libre

Hell of a thing to say to a man. Sets him free, that's for sure. Or, at least he'll think about it.

This is a teapot. The small, quiet things often inspire me the most. The violent red of a teapot, the shadows on her arm, the small corner of my room.

It's easy to get lost and overwhelmed. Turning inside out is natural. The smallest things overshadow thousands of years of history, millennium old castles, or a culture rich with heart and music.

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