Café Arturo

Photography: Ana Lorenzana

Text: Mariana Ortiz

His gaze was lost in something he couldn't understand: an unheard calm.

He entered. The place was full, time stood still and the atmosphere shattered.

The light was red. The time inside was different.

There they were. The world was moving but there was calm. They had everything they needed.

The sun was filtering through. It was daytime and the hours felt light.

He was peeking from afar. 

Nothing belonged to him anymore.

It was free.