They watch you
They watch you
In the next number of Magazine Atticus (number 10) is incorporated by new photographers who were illustrating the pages with its photos and of step they will announce its work to us.
Rogelio Garcia Alonso, Luis Raimundo García and Jesus González López have confirmed its participation.
Of Luis Raimundo García I have chosen the photo they watch You to incite you, to invite you to take part. Come do not be lazy. To order something that occurs to you and that has to do with the photo. There can be a history, a poetry, a song, something. Until the day after the "enmaromados", that is to say, until February 15 you have time for the delivery. They will be published in the web and a selection of the best will go to RA10 and, perhaps, the best thing of the best thing to the edition of role that little by little is taking body.
Certainly, once again, with the example it is preached.
I leave to you a history inspired by the photo that illustrates this entry. It goes for title Other inhabitants.
Throughout the day, in some occasion, I feel that they spy on me, that I am observed. I do not know if this itself usually happens to you my dear readership or if this sensation is only a product of my imagination.
But I cheer them up there to be attentive to its hunches and insurance that fall down in the account of which it is very possible that, perhaps, they are observing them.
My thing goes a bit further away. I wonder often who or who inhabit my house when I am not in her. How, that you do not believe that there is a series of opportunists who occupy its hearth?
For suddenly me I have the healthy habit of throwing the key of the door of house whenever I go out with two returns of the drum. The reason I do this it is very simple. There is times that after going out of house one remembers of sé - qué-cosa-tenía-que-llevar-que-se-me-ha-olvidado. Well I step back and what I do to the descerrajar the door it is to warn my tenants that I have had to turn round myself, that they hide, that I do not want to startle myself. It is like not written code. They, “others” know perfectly of my schedules and know that the working days I am not at home in the morning, But: oh!, some day any contingency forces me to present before me at about 11 AM and after going out of the elevator I am doing noise with the keys so that they are taking its possessions and turn to its corners, that's why I like giving two returns to the key, the stragglers have time.
To what but does it obey that you find bottles of liquor that you do not touch in months and see that its content has gone down suspiciously? It is sure that you, since I they have noticed it in abundance but they do not say anything, do not comment not to its friends for fear at which they should look at them with mistrust. And: what do they say to me of this day when one returns to every peacefully and on having entered, after having given two returns to the key, they meet a burning light or an open closet?
Certainly, now they fall down and begin realizing that you, like me, are spied.
I do not want to spread any more but remember these occasions in which they come to its house bath and meet the towel (or the bathrobe) fallen down in the soil. Hummm …, lizard, lizard.
Going for the street or circulating along the car also I have had the sensation of being observed, like the woman of the photo, that peacefully, innocent person she, does not realize the look that over her it hangs. Sometimes we turn the sight, absently, as the one who does not want the thing to see if we catch our particular voyeur. But they, “others” are very skillful. I in more than one occasion am thinking about distinguishing in the darkness of the portal its silhouette. I become the absent-minded one when I go out of the elevator, but I know that they are there, anticipate it, the well-known thing. It is sure that if you read this now the life it is going to change to them and are going to be far-sighted. They are going to be attentive to these signs. I am sure that right now they are having this sensation, as if they were reading this itself simultaneously, behind you. They are on the point of finishing the history, but do not turn, do not look around him. And tomorrow when they go out of its house (they do not forget to throw a double return to the key), when they go out of the elevator, there they will be hidden in this corner where the light never comes. Go forward and think that this that they read is only a history.
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While it comes RA10 you can see the photos of these phenomena in
Luis Raimundo García
Rogelio García Alonso
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