My town’s street art (I)

The streets where I live aren’t the beuatiful scene of a Holywood movie. The streets where I live seem to be sweaty and can breathe. An when they do it, they leave outbursts, freak things of humor and irony o may be acts of deseperation.  It couldn’t be street art, it isn’t elaborate but they are the screams that sorround me every day, every step I walk.

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Las calles donde vivo no son el escenario de ninguna película. Las calles donde vivo parece que sudan y transpiran. Y cuando lo hacen dejan exabruptos, restos raros de ironía, humor, o tal vez desesperación. No será arte callejero, no estará muy elaborado, pero son los gritos que me rodean a cada paso que doy.

Almassora’s street art Gallery.

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