Little rose

The Sun has long ago disappeared behind the Apu.

A cold light covers this world, there is no wind, no noise

its soul an ice of silence; is a happiness in blue.

Rain of Roses

I walked centuries for you

Car in pijamas

We are clay and our time is the rain

 

Moon Valley in La Paz, Bolivia… under a blue light of a dying day.

Thread of dreams

A small shop in the borders of Juliaca city.

Motion

A machine leaving a mark of noise in a peacefukl valley in Bolivia.

I hear you

Still working and traveling… so I’m not going to be so fast replying.

This is a peace of Juliaca city, we have so many antennas… with one quarter of million of people we have so many local tv channels as the capital with its eight millions population, sure people likes a lot of tv :D

The lady in red

Lomas