Who would have thought that in this small strip of sand, mixed with small pieces of bricks, concrete, iron and plastics, we would be taking photos for the sunset. A few meters from us, there to the west: the big city. And we are hidden on the opposite side, behind the old pillars of what was once a port that was forgotten, which luckily still serves to support itself and the fishermen who come to try their luck. The same pier that precisely hides this strip of sand where you and I came in search of the perfect frame, at the perfect time, on a Caribbean summer day.
Quién iba a pensar que en esta pequeña franja de arena, mezclada con pequeños pedazos de ladrillos, concreto, hierros y plásticos íbamos a estar nosotros haciendo fotos para el atardecer. A unos metros de nosotros, allá al poniente: la gran ciudad. Y nosotros escondidos del lado de acá, detrás de los antiguos pilares de lo que fue un puerto que quedó en el olvido, que por suerte aún sirve para sostenerse a sí mismo y a los pescadores que vienen a probar suerte. El mismo muelle que precisamente oculta esta franja de arena donde vinimos tú y yo en busca del encuadre perfecto, a la hora perfecta, en un día de verano caribeño.
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