Searching for you up in the blue of your sky, my angel of white wings and dreary dreams.
Buscándote mi vida en el azul de tu cielo, mi angel de blancas alas y pensativos sueños.
Searching for you up in the blue of your sky, my angel of white wings and dreary dreams.
Buscándote mi vida en el azul de tu cielo, mi angel de blancas alas y pensativos sueños.
Mental tricks XD
Blinding white stone
Among the colonial architecture I find the one produced by Jesuits the most successful in its adaptation to the “new” world. The earthquakes wiped out several colonial buildings from other organizations but the proportioned and clean Jesuit buildings survive. These are from the Compañía de Jesús in Arequipa city. I studied in that city so I had opportunity to visit it more times.
About shadows and doors
I haven’t taken many photographs inside because although I don’t profess or be part of any religion I prefer to don’t disturb the rituals inside. This building was built with native hands and European plans in 1578 by Gaspar Baéz, an earthquake destroyed it and in 1586 Diego Felipe rebuilt again. It’s made with white volcanic stone and there is in part Incan religion in the sculpted walls, non Christian creatures as mermaids and of course Christian symbols. It’s a public place so you can enter freely.
I photographed mainly the cloisters that consist in three patios, each smaller than the previous one. White walls, here or any place, have the characteristic to change with the colors of the sky, because that I divide the post in four moments:
Day
White walls a shadow and a blue sky
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geraniums
OMG! What are they doing?!
little patio
Overcast light
I opened my third eye
Sequence and rhythm
business meeting
Ofrenda silenciosa
Afternoon
open to the infinite
let’s trascend to the sky
Hidden columns
Indifferent love
Heads saying bye to the sun
My mind in other world of words
Magic moon and intense colors
Soft light filling these walls
I walk and think in that heart upon me
La calma del atardecer en muros lejanos
Twilight
Colors in the blue hour
Painted with light
Still waiting
Colors of ancient night
Amazing sky upon the old walls
Blue night
Communication of opposites
Invisible orbits
inside the palaces of mind
About half moons, archs and a dome
Beyond the walls of the city a pure sky and a fertile land; the delicacy of your heart like the sound of gentle drops.
Beyond the walls a late afternoon sun tinge in rose your cheeks.
Beyond the walls my incomplete story of you and me.