Lost in blue

Lost in blue

I used to wonder if I could travel the life knowing everything, not just to be the passenger of an evanescent dream.

The truth is we are shoot like an arrow towards an almost set destiny and destination without neither hideouts nor stops.

Maybe would be better just to close the eyes and just to dream and just to forget we crossed the mirage of an infinite turquoise.

Towards the end of the solitary flight the only companion is a flickering shadow, fragile and ignorant of its own irreality.

Mythology from a time long long ago

Mythology from times ago

There was an old civilization here, in the coast near Ilo city in the Peruvian south. Those ancient people cared this specific place as a sacred soil. Usually our myths in Peru are similar so I can imagine the white island (I think it’s an island) as a visitor from distant worlds, or a woman cheated by a lord of power that in her despair was received by the sea and turned in that way to never been forgotten.

The civilization disappeared thousands of years ago but even now the place exerts a fascination, a charm, in me as well…