Phone Photography Contest #72: Caracas, a dream of water in an empty glass
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Images of a withered Caracas
The towers try to reflect a sky that no longer belongs to them. There is architecture, yes, but without soul. Concrete dressed as progress, with cracks that no one admits to. There are no colors, only the echo of what they were. Everything is Moderna, but defeated. New, but hollow.
The faces walk as if life is passing over them. No one looks at anyone. The eyes are tired of seeing the same thing. The promise. The sleeplessness.
Children do not play. Women don't dream. Men don't love. Everyone survives. And in the middle, time drags on with a calm that despairs, as if it already knows that it is winning.
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Traffic lights change color for no one. The poles illuminate the void. Avenues don't lead anywhere that matters. Caracas moves without advancing, it beats without a pulse. The heart is there, but it no longer pumps hope.
The windows are dull eyes: the buildings, mausoleums of the possible. And the wind, it doesn't cool anymore. There is beauty, yes. But it hurts like a memory that insists on staying when it no longer fits.
The city does not scream. He's barely breathing. But if one listens carefully, one can hear the faint whisper of all the dreams that did not dare to be. They are there, floating, waiting for a miracle.
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And yet... Caracas continues. Not because I have faith. But because he doesn't know how to stop.
The images taken with the camera of my mobile phone correspond to the Plaza El Venezolano, located in the center of Caracas, a few meters from what was the birthplace of Simón Bolívar, liberator of Venezuela.
The prose is of my authorship and was written especially to accompany the images.
All rights reserved. © Copyright 2021-2025 Germán Andrade G.
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Phone Photography Contest - #72 by @untilwelearn.
All images were edited using CANVA.
Caracas, August 8, 2025
It is my responsibility to share with you that, as a Spanish speaker, I have had to resort to the translator Yandex Translate to translate my original Spanish content into English. I also state that I have used the grammar-checking tool Grammarly.
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Hola, la plaza El Venezolano y la pared del edificio de FOGADE, son imágenes iconicas para el caraqueño y para las personas de a pie, que andan constantemente en el centro de Caracas.
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I was quite struck by the long faces of everyone who passed through the sector. I was there for a long time, and the joy did not appear at all.
Hello, @germanandradeg graphemes with accentuated lyrical complexion, a potpourri of fervent emotionality, perhaps nostalgia felt and lived for the lost, in a worldview that longs for the past and sees the future with weakness. Releasing what ails us by combining photography and writing is a possible rebirth and strengthens our hope. Thank you for sharing !PIZZA
@marilour, thank you for such a wonderful comment.
It was a pleasure to read an excellent piece of writing.
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Caracas la capital años que no voy desde niña con mi abuela luego con mis padres de pasada via a Trujillo, pero de ir de nuevo seria para mi como una primera vez....
Hi Zhandra (@zhanavic69).
I am from Caracas, and in 1995, I fled the capital. The traffic, the anarchy, the bustle, all that made me seek refuge in another city. At first, Valencia, but it was in Barquisimeto where I found peace. Then the failures of the services presented themselves, and this caused me to return, but for nothing in the world I wanted Caracas. I arrived in Maracay, where I was from 2012 to 2020, when in the middle of the pandemic, I told myself that I couldn't take it anymore. That's when I went back to my crib. But what a difference I found. A city that would like to impress with its colors, lights, but on the face of its inhabitants, there is sadness, hopelessness. It is what it is, and I hope that everything will change.
Thank you very much for your visit and kind comment.
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Your words evoke a lot of sadness and impossibilities. With each word, I felt my desire and strength dragging like tired feet. Everything will pass, and this too shall pass. Life itself is unfading, and so are possibilities.
If it is true, everything passes, and this black cloud will dissipate, causing the light of joy to arise again. Your comment has been like a warm hug that enlarges hope.
@tibaire, thanks for the visit.
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Están muy bellas las fotos, tengo años que no voy al Centro. La redacción está excelente, me gustó cómo describiste las escenas y sí, se nota el cansancio y la desilusión en todos esos rostros... pudiera añadir el mío. Es como si dijeran: "solo existimos y caminamos sin rumbo fijo". Literalmente es la incertidumbre del mañana, un país congelado un "no se sabe para dónde vamos" y muy acertado cuando dijiste lo de la "espera"... ya yo no espero nada desde hace años, estoy clara de la realidad y no me ilusiono. Saludos, @germanandradeg 🤗🤗.
¡Hola Vane (@vezo)!
Tomé las imágenes sin un objetivo claro. Fueron más de las que muestro aquí y todas tienen como protagonista el vacío, la tristeza. Me di cuenta de ello cuando pasé las fotos del teléfono a la laptop. Quedé sorprendido.
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