Engel || Steve Rogers

Engel || Steve Rogers

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"... dónde tú ves un mural yo veo un ideal plasmado, donde tú ves necedad yo veo voluntad en una creencia, donde tú ves una caricatura infantil yo veo la magia del mundo, donde tú ves un villano yo veo una vida realista y dura, donde tú ves ira yo veo soledad, donde tú ves peligro yo veo reto, donde tú ves voluntad yo veo fortaleza..." ". . .Y dónde tú ves un hombre tricolor yo veo un héroe, y un amor platónico".
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My escape from Springfield, Massachusetts, came in the form of an exchange program to New Delhi, India, one plane ticket for 11:00 am on the thirteenth of July. I left, taking a big suitcase and my camera. I told myself I left for the experience I'd have there, but maybe I left because of the experience I'd had here. I don't know. All I know is that I left, and then I met Maya Sumedh. Luke Waters came into my life at 12:00 pm on the fourteenth of July, a Saturday. Probably the weirdest Saturday of my life - I picked up a cute guy from the airport, was in a car crash and stayed up the whole night talking to said cute guy. Maybe I even fell in love but I didn't know it until much later. All we had was four months and camera. A camera which proved more important than we ever imagined.

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