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19.09.2016 Let’s speak every hour on the hour. #diary #ManuelMoncayo
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18.09.2016 We act like foreigners of our own lives. We can not find peace in what we have. #diary #ManuelMoncayo
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17.09.2016 Spending time with friends is a reminder of how we mirror ourselves with joy. I am afraid of being a bad host, I am afraid of...


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16.09.2016 Long ago I behaved like a spoiled brat, my ego was in the clouds, I hurt friends for not knowing how to act and being afraid...
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15.09.2016 Sometimes I write on little pieces of paper that later I can not find, someone most have fun reading them. Sometimes I wonder...


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DEFG Photographed from 2013 to 2016, initials D, E, F, G. #dreamsasreality #ManuelMoncayo


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ABC Photographed from 2013 to 2016, initials A ,B, C. #dreamsasreality #ManuelMoncayo
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14.09.2016 This morning while preparing breakfast I imagined that someone was watching me pealing an apple. Truth is I can peal it all in...
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13.09.2016 An abrupt reminder of change. People stay the same but life fades them away from you. #diary #ManuelMoncayo


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12.09.2016 Pressure. Sincerity. Disconnection. #diary #ManuelMoncayo


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Antreas, 11.09.2016 New music, eighteen plus. Conversation. #diary #ManuelMoncayo
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10.09.2016 Feelings with an early expiry date. Humans like products in supermarkets. People getting rid easily of what they aimed for....
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09.09.2016 A small space, getting rid of what was once gold, I like the sensation. #diary #ManuelMoncayo
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08.09.2016 A bag of problems or a man with a message. Dealing with circumstances, almost as if I could keep course on my self perception....
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07.09.2016 Painting reflections of character and behaviour, the world is blind to truth. Make yourself a myth, it is easier to relate to....
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06.09.2016 Armpits, smell of heaven. He gives you exactly what you want and you back up because it is too near to joy. #diary...


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05.09.2016 Spinning while looking at reflections. The life I lead broke me into pieces never to become one again. Belonging, what is it...


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04.09.2016 I’ve been cooking without salt for years, wondering whom is sharing the bed with me, hoping that circumstances do not become...
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Stefan, 2016 via Summer Diary Project #diary #ManuelMoncayo #ManuelMoncayo #Stefan


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Stefan, 2016 via Summer Diary Project #diary #ManuelMoncayo #ManuelMoncayo #Stefan
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