M&M – Misti and moon

orbiting a god-forgotten planet…

Well, another Monday in the new world. There is a volcano with a pure shape called Misti. It’s a triangle, the Moon is a circle.

Today I want to show a register of a circle and its bond to a triangle. : )

Moon, Volcano and afternoon

Eye in the sky (published before)

allignment

Every time the moon appears is like it had an invisible bond or tie to the volcano. I adore when the shapes are pure, is like we could choose messages with capitals letters… a direct message without additional ornaments except its own beauty.

 

White moon

Penetrating the city

The sea slowly trying to be part of the city… a kind of love.

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El mar lentamente tratando de ser parte de la ciudad… una especie de romance.

Ilo’s midday

 

I love to walk in the shores of Ilo city, it’s quite fantastic to be so close to the sea!!! I hope it brings to you the same happiness as it gives to me.

^-^

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Adoro caminar en las orillas de Ilo, ¡¡¡es fantástico estar tan cerca al mar!!! Espero que te de la misma felicidad que me da a mi.

^w^

Divine eye

 

That old dinosaur skin hiding an eye burning with a young rancor, almost green. One thousand times beaten by the sea… it awaits for you when you’ll come into the dark. Happy weekend.

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Esa vieja piel de dinosaurio escondiendo un ojo encendido por un rencor joven, casi verde. Mil veces golpeado por el mar… está a la espera de cuando vengas en obscuridad. Feliz fin de semana.

Checho

 

Today WordPress told me, with a notification, that I now have five years as a registered user. Funny thing is I never did it, it was Microsoft that gave up to our spaces and left us here. xD

I liked so much the vast blue waters and the contrast with the little golden shoe for some reason…

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Supuestamente estoy en WordPress ya cinco años; lo chistoso es que yo nunca me registré aquí. .-. lel!

Me gustó mucho el azul del mar y el contraste con el zapatito dorado…

Face waiting to meet the wave

 

That element, standing in the middle right, seemed to me like a kind of head: stubborn in challenge the sea. A sunny morning entertained into ripping off gleams to the sea.

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Ese elemento, en el medio a la derecha, me parecía como una especie de cabeza: terco en enfrentar al mar. Una mañana soleada que se entretiente arrancando destellos al mar.

The mermaid in the oceans of the South waiting a pirate from far away

 

It feels like the time had no substance. it is just real when there is a “you & I”; it turns eternal when I meet your voice, your eyes and your smile. My previous time is rewritten as a preface of our history. Wait for me, my princess. ~w~

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Se siente como si el tiempo fuese inmaterial. Se vuelve real sólo cuando hay un “tú y yo”, se vuelve eterno cuando encuentro tus ojos, tu voz y tu sonrisa. Mi vida anterior se reescribe como un prefacio de nuestra historia. Espera por mi, princesita… a.n.c.z. ~n~

(I bought the little mermaid in the port, I thought it would be nice to photograph with the sunny day in the coast. I am not sure if the artisan handcrafted it as the rest of the work there made with shells and mother pearl, it has no indication, but well done to the unknown artisan ^w^)

A morning sunbath

These balconies are oriented to the East, so they receive sun in the morning. This place makes me think would make a nice painting with a theme similar to the ones so cherished by Hopper. I admire him so much… perhaps I was drew to this place precisely because made me evoke his art…

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Estos balcones está orientados hacia el este, de tal manera que reciben sol por las mañanas. Este lugar me hace pensar que sería una pintura agradable con un tema similar a los que era tan afecto Hopper. Lo admiro tanto… tal vez me sentí atraído a este lugar precisamente porque me hizo evocar su arte…

A little gentleman walks…

These birds in the port… I don’t know if they dream that they are humans and walk like one, or if are the humans the ones dreaming they are sea creatures and walk like them. To me is enough to just see, and walk again the port. I’d like to think my walking as a panther. xD

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Estas aves en el puerto… No estoy seguro si ellas sueñan ser humanos y caminan como uno, o si son los humanos los que sueñan que son criaturas marinas y caminan como ellos. Me basta con ver, y caminar otra vez el puerto. Me gustaría pensar que mi caminar es el de una pantera. xD

King of borderlands

 

I am flying, light and weak, over the lonely fields.  My wings woven with the sweet memories of you. ^.^

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Estoy volando, débil y ligero, sobre los campos solitarios. Mis alas están tejidas de mis dulces recuerdos contigo a.n.c.z. \^-^/