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The lefty looked

E mong all of you is a person who spent years looking for. Maybe he's still in that chair or perhaps in corridor. Your eyes may be latent and hidden under his sinister nature. The purpose of my emphasis is simply to look at your face to get to the definition of looking left-handed, the portrait. That is an expression that attracts me to the incalculable. So I need to find quickly.

few years ago, after meeting, I discussed some faces with no hope. If necessary I came across looks crooked, perhaps indirect. However any consideration was incomplete. Even this trail of amorous glances of the game set out a definitive statement by the elusive and sexy eyes. I served much less, aid, inquisitive eyes that corrected, disagreed or strongly denied the attitudes of others.

Roberto Crespo's look-who-look is outstanding. Has a characteristic that distinguishes it from others: she killed someone. And for the sake of the fact his face is bent, torn, necessary. The absence of guilt fills a natural coolness to own an animal the tundra. That look of high cheekbones and brow made eye places the exact location of dissimulation, but also adequate provision for the rule instinctively. So disfigured face is tilted slightly to the right. The eye looks to the left and finds a twisted angle to the floor to cover up. At that moment no one could tell where looks actually.

The day I killed that girl drew for the first time that look left foot. The spontaneously created. But to get there occurred a series of interesting circumstances. First was enervated, nervous, may be stressed by the pro-system of living. It was late, night had fallen. The parking in the city was dark and the woman had an inappropriate rush. For when the two cars touched, Roberto came out quickly and rebuked. Unaware man found in him at that excuse, a reason to leave. The laid siege to the folly when he began the struggle. Knew then push to the ground. Demolished, Ana, began to mourn.

He worried Roberto striking crying. I had to pounce on it and everything to defeat the rival of the jungle that had tried to steal their piece of land to park the vehicle. Killed her. Ended his life and was watching a few seconds. Then he disappeared with a whiff lefty and inexhaustible in his face disfigured.

I think to do an act of this caliber and to create a look like this, Robert had to be an aggressive product of this society of different people. We can say, perhaps, an individualist caught in time. Would be so far from the others and not imagine anything in common with anyone. You may then feel alone. The loneliness of not belonging to any mass would have done so much unsociable to return to basics. How so we come?

If it is there, if you happen to be among you, I would say I need to see it soon. I have to look in the mirror and confess that-really-Roberto Crespo me, that I long to see my face in the glass, for a long time that I avoid it. Just so I can return the reality that I am absent. Seeking my long lost face because, despite everything, without him I am only a shadow. In a way I belong to both the left hand as she looked at me. Somehow that's my nature. I am a criminal. My eyes are lefties have become a self-obsessed state. And that fills me with uncertainty.

Antonio Guerrero