Don’t let me go…

Don't let me go...

If you are reading this post, in the moment I publish it, from Europe, Australia or Asia then receive my greetings oh great survivor of New Year’s day party! you probably had started the Viking party the year 2015 and continue it till 2016 ♪♫✌

If you are in America or Americas (depending of your school of thought) still we are two and half hours away from 2016. Still we are here. The years go away with the stream of time… I hope you have found something akin to your spirit in my words and photographs of this personal diary, thanks for your visit.

Kind regards from a far away place in Peru and happy new year and hoping you had a nice 2015.

The equilibrist

The equilibrist

In the elementary school I was very good in the exercise to practice equilibrium over a thin wooden beam to jump to a ring, once I was selected to practice it in public but I was so afraid that I didn’t do anything. Last weekend in the building I designed I had to walk a thin wooden board to set the formwork of a concrete beam, in one side there was five meters of a fall to concrete stairs and to the other side was a fall of ten meters to the neighbour roof. Everything withouth safety equipment…

I felt what I feel when I am lost in the cold of the nature; or climbing also without nothing more than a pair of shoes a jean a shirt and a backpack with water and a camera; or fighting to don’t die in the dangerous blocks. The life suddenly seems a wooden beam so thin and light, so fragile…

Sunset in the port…

The forgotten planet and its sunset of two Suns

The forgotten planet and its sunset of two Suns

I used to work long hours in Ilo city, but I had the option to choose my hours to eat… the sunset in the port (when it’s not cloudy I mean) are fantastic and I used that time to eat something fast and see from the port the ocean.

A far eye

a far eye

There are just a few people there, and when there are more persons usually it’s to celebrate an event. In winter it has no lights so the sunset turns into a game of silhouettes, like a chinese shadow play.

In the border of the world a three

in the border of the world a tree

The boats take a breath between waves, the ocean leave behind her turquoise and dress clothes of fire: it’s another sunset in the sea of Ilo.

vast openness

vast openness

In the brief moments when there aren’t people around (and that happens frequently) I have that feeling to being in an empty museum. Signals from a civilization know from another life and another time.

Sleeping navy

sleeping navy

The sky takes colors that make me think in a popular brand of Peruvian ice-cream, it has three colors melting inside and shaping candy landscapes. The ice-cream sky takes a breath and the flying creatures return to their secret homes in the trees in the border of the sea or in the beams and columns under the wooden and old port.

Reader at the end of the Ocean

Reader at the end of the Ocean

The time is gentle there, so everybody there takes the chance to try a bit of slowness in middle of a modern city. Of course it’s an illusion, the feeling of eternity vanish after a while when the night turns the sea into a blind noise of waves breaking against the shores.

Infinite sky

Infinite Sky

In Ilo the winter is sometimes quite warm. The sea is a sort of sorcerer, once you see it you get frozen staring to it, besides a few laughs of children and little chatting of friends it’s a place where people just see as in a hunting mirror something mysterious but common to each of us.

Men bowing their head in respect for the dying king

Men bowing their head in respect for the dying king

This is actually the story of two sunsets. But also is true that in that moment every sunset is the same, a little travel to a magical land of golden tones.

In the Pelican hood

In the Pelican Hood

This gang doesn’t accept a no for answer.

I just have drank a lot of beers and there is a table moving funny XD if you have questions I can answer you. haha no! drunk or not I alwas try to be honest ;-) Today was the finish of a concrete slab and the tradition says to share it with the workers. Otherwise it would be a way to dispise them.

The old walls enduring another twilight

The old walls enduring another twilight

They are there… without a reason.  But they still endure. I was thinking in what happens when a person don’t have a reason in life, perhaps these old buildings have an answer. Perhaps beyond their reason to be they are a kind of memory or just an inertia of existence. Traveling across the time second by second.