I look up at Jaime Bailleres. The girl's face is still floating on the screen. "Yes," I tell him. "You are right. No one will ever print this photograph. But I want them to see it whether they print it or not."
He sighs, the way an adult sighs over the actions of a child.
I look up at the girl on the screen. I tell myself that a photograph is worth a thousand words. I tell myself photographs lie. I tell myself there are lies, damned lies, and statistics. I tell myself I am still sleeping. But she stares at me. The skin is smooth, almost carved and sanded, but much too dark. And the screams are simply too deafening.
WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPINGBy Charles Bowden
estoy en la buskeda de poder ser un gran fotografo, no no lo creo mas bien un fotografo humilde, si eso es lo ke kiero.
por que el titulo?? umm no se jejejeje imaginenselo
