Bagatelle 3: Lo que ocultan

Is it that my photographs cage me in nostalgia? Every one of them They let me be selfish And the more I zoom, the less I understand, is it that my photographs cage me in nostalgia? Only them in unison Home I need, I do not want to return, I do not deserve to return, I will not return. How much is hidden within my photographs? Is it that my photographs cage me in nostalgia?