Snapshots / Instantáneas

Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS



Snapshots


Digital photos with no future,
photos that expire with time.
In that place, which no one recognizes,
in that interior, in that camera,
in that place of portraits.

 

In that inner gaze,
that gathers moments,
snapshots of today,
stories of yesterday,
in the past.

 

Photographs,
undeveloped,
fragile,
without support,
without eternity,
with no future,
disposable photos.

 

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Instantáneas


Digitales fotos sin ningún futuro,
fotos que caducan con el tiempo.
En ese lugar que nadie reconoce,
en ese interior, en esa cámara,
en ese lugar de retratos.

 

En esa mirada interior,
que recoge instantes,
instantáneas de hoy,
historias del ayer,
en el pasado.

 

Fotografías,
sin revelar,
frágiles,
sin soporte,
sin eternidad,
sin ningún futuro,
fotos de usar y tirar.

 

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  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Carlos, this really moved me. We capture everything as though we are preserving it forever, yet our digital memories may prove more temporary than we realize. Powerful piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

    • Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS

      Thank you so much, Tristan. You’ve captured the exact essence of what I felt while writing this.
      We live with the illusion that the digital world is eternal, but it is incredibly fragile. I truly appreciate your kind words and your deep understanding of the poem. Sending a warm hug, my friend!

    • sorenbarrett

      The message behind this poem is powerful. In a disposable world where we just buy new and never own anything we just rent it for a moment and it is gone. It is not just photos but property of all sorts, we lease our car, pay per view of movies, and music. Even our houses are take from us if we don't pay the tax. Our roads are toll ways. Maybe even relationships will soon be this way. A fave

      • Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS

        Thank you, Soren. I love how you expanded the meaning of the poem to our current reality. You are absolutely right: we live in a "rental" culture where everything—from art to property, and sadly sometimes relationships—feels temporary and disposable. Thank you for such a profound and thoughtful reflection.
        It’s an honor to have it as a favorite.

        • sorenbarrett

          You are most welcome it is my pleasure



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