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

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^)

Transfer

transfer

 

Lights vanishing, a darkness devouring them. How did I get in this night? Where is the end? I wonder if going deeper into the dark I will cross to the side of the light.

I beg it ends quick… I start to feel like home in this darkness in which you have exiled me in your distance.

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Las luces se desvanecen, una obscuridad devorándolas. ¿Cómo es que llegué a esta noche? ¿Cuál es su final? Me pregunto si yendo al corazón de la obscuridad lograré cruzar al lado de la luz.

Ruego que sea rápido… comienzo a sentir como mi hogar esta obscuridad a la que me tienes desterrado en tu distancia a.n.c.z.

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.