Un sábado cansado
Después de comprar pan y napolitanas me encontré con este hombre. Le hice una foto y después le pregunté si le parecía bien. Se levantó trabajosamente y se ató su acordeón demasiado pesado y empezó a tocar. Me sentí fatal, había interrumpido su descanso y prefería hacerle fotos cuando estaba en reposo. Le di dos euros y él siguió tocando mientras yo andaba por la calle.
One weary Saturday
After I had bought bread and pan au chocolate I came across this man. I took a photo then asked if it was ok. He got wearily to his feet and strapped on his too heavy accordion and began to play. I felt terrible, I had interrupted his rest and I was more interested in taking photos in repose. I gave him two euros and he continued playing as I walked up the street.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
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