THE TRAIN
We are going camping in Southern Argentina, for a month, starting with a 27 hour train ride. in the picture, we are leaving Constitución Station (Buenos Aires). I am in the front, waring a red windbreaker. Martin is behind me, waring a beret, saying goodbye to his parents. The pictures is blurred – the train is pulling out.
TOGETHER AT HIS HOUSE
We are at Martin’s parents’ hoyse in Villa Vrespo, Buenos Aires. We are doing a timed self- portrait.
THE LAST PICTURE OF MARTIN
This is the last picture of Martin. He and his parentes are sailing the Lujan River, in the Paraná River Delta, in 1976.
Martín
I saw you
you were the same
but you were not
I dreamt you alive
and left
with your smile at the wheel
to wander
the dreams we had together
I touched you
but you were not
We ran companionable races
like before
on the road that went to the same place
I continued on, alone,
carrying your presence.
Marcelo
We could be photographers.
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