I saw a post on Reddit that said, “When you walk through a museum, you’re not just looking at art. You’re moving through centuries of people trying to explain love, grief, power, beauty, and belonging.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen a museum described so beautifully.
I find something strangely profound about how polar bears always have this look of boyish innocence to them no matter what the context is. Even covered in the blood of his prey, the bear looks like a silly little guy. Much to learn.
Es curioso porque solo en CDMX hay muchos clubes, fraccionamientos y edificios que solo aceptan judíos, su misma gente dice que no conviven con mexicanos porque se pueden “contagiar” de nuestras costumbres, nos segregan en nuestro propio país y pero ustedes son las victimas (?)