![INGLES]There you are, seemingly asleep, but no. Disinterest and discouragement intervene in your thoughts, and the desire to end it all blinds you. All you remember are sharp, deafening screams as you see the most desired stone in the world glitter.
A feeling of emptiness, on the surface of your skin, burst into your senses. Lust and unbridled interest in the forbidden invaded your voracious appetite and ostentation, only to fall into this bitter and cruel lethargy.
Your physical and mental exhaustion undermined the deepest and most hidden feminine instincts. The shining diamond no longer nourished your unbridled ego. Those earrings you once wore with pretense are now only memories and feelings of guilt.
You walked the paths, stained with sour drops, on the wet backs of human moles. The coppery, African landscape, heartbreaking with dreams, hid the confusing payments, handed down by the usurer, who for two coins bought the value of the carat: virgin carbon, perfect atomic fusion, dazzling crystal.
The fury of the ambitious, brutal beasts attacked the most sacred and priceless thing of those times. That face of subjugated innocence, whose flowers withered before the arrival of spring. Slavery disguised itself as kindness, only to reveal its worst instincts, hidden beneath the facade of a living being, who supposedly feels, loves, and suffers.
All of this, woman, illuminated you, taking you to the true world hidden by the flash of brilliant nuances, which obstructed your reasoning, turning you into a slave to your miseries. Today you caress the black mask, made by the hands of the artisan, who perhaps in the past was one of the human moles who provided times of lust and waste, at the cost of his undervalued life, filled with mud and mortality.
I know of your absence, and I don't blame you. You close your eyes to try not to think or remember the causes of your regret. It's time for you to return to the present and forget your remorse. It's also time for apathy to stop consuming you. Enough is enough, open your eyes to the world!

Esta ha sido mi participación en el concurso que promueve la comunidad de Literatos, específicamente, con una Prosa poética
Para poder participar en el concurso, se requiere la creación de una prosa poética, a partir de dos fotografías del artista Man Ray, como homenaje a su obra. En esta oportunidad, elegí la foto “Blanco y negro”, y mi tema ha sido recreado, en la época de la zafra diamantina, en África.
Invito a mis queridos amigos, @gaboamc2393, @beaescribe y @Roswelborges, para que nos acompañen en este hermoso viaje
literario.

To participate in the contest, you must create a piece of poetic prose based on two photographs by the artist Man Ray, as a tribute to his work. This time, I chose the photo "Black and White," and my theme was recreated during the diamond harvest in Africa.
I invite my dear friends, @gaboamc2393, @beaescribe, and @Roswelborges, to join us on this beautiful literary journey.

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