Today I saw a gorgeous girl in the market, she was a blonde beauty from some distant country, her hair was as a golden dream with a subtle and simple white dress. For details I saw in her skin I deduced that she was from a place near the sea Mediterranean or perhaps a warm country as Uruguay or Australia. Sometimes happens to me, 2 see a girl so beautiful (I consider every woman is beautiful, it’s just some are specially more beautiful to me) her image in my mind is… haunting. I say it because I have a terrible memory, I’ve almost forgot the names of all my classmates and colleagues, but I saw her just ten seconds or more and it was a sloooow time. She said a “hola” to somebody, it seemed me funny that that somebody was me, so I just bought some bread and went to home, what a pity that I couldn’t avoid to think in those ten seconds. I’ve the idea that I haven’t bad memory, perhaps I don’t find so much memories to keep.

Let me protect u, Madame.



If you travel to Arequipa you’ve to have a hat. It’s the second city on the world with more solar radiation (the first is Alexandria) this because it’s a valley in broad Atacama desert. To me is hard to endure the heat there, and the buildings are made of a white volcanic stone that could be a bit strong to the eyes. Centuries ago they were painted with reds, blues and yellows, but in this age they have no paint, to my taste that’s good because they look more classical.

I don’t say that it’s terrible the weather there, only that I am not used to such sunny context, it has great spots to go and I’ve some friends that I’d like to visit, but certainly I am foreign in a city inside my country with a remarkable but so different culture.

Achilles Paradox



I have three favorites ways to travel: On foot, at every step you own the world with your senses, you aren’t dependent of another one will; inside an aguayo (it’s a square textile, enough big to wrap a child, the women put it in its back to carry everything) it’s so warm, someday I’ll put aguayo’s photos; and on a trycicle, they’ve the driver behind and you are commanding the wind. I don’t like cars, trains although sometimes I like planes but I would prefer paragliding.

The idea is freedom.