Free at last!

In the clouds a spirit wants to fly to other skies.

Intense light in the river

The day advancing…

Dragon skin

…in the rocky hills, Can you see it?

This is in middle of the road that connect Juliaca (my city) to the near Lampa, the pink city, in the Andean Plateau at more than 3800 meters above the sea level in a place if weren’t for Andes would be a tropical jungle :P. The true name of my city is Xullaca; I think in the case of Lampa that’s true name.

Misti in the distance

The volcano disappearing by a hungry desert.

Massive and cotton

In my land the Earth is a place among clouds and stars.

To the desert of the sun

Across the heart of the frozen highlands.

A signal from the hills

Once upon a time I was walking the countryside with a beautiful friend. She saw two subtle hills of the same size and pointing to them she told me “see, two breasts!” I laughed and as she knew my spicy imagination she expressed me her surprise because I didn’t think first that analogy. I didn’t know the reason neither. I reviewed mentally several images and I noticed that with those hills usually I title them with names as “two brothers” or “delicate waves across the ground of a sea of ichu”, but I didn’t think in anything erotic 😇, and if you dear reader are a male you know we cannot just stop to think with our erobrains, and if you’re a lady then you already know that our eyes have this double vision undressing you in one thousand and one nights of fantasies.

But I discovered the answer… in our culture hills are usually sacred, so we dance and pay to the earth with more solemnity there, we bond our mythic origins to specific hills, so for that reason I know understand why my names for compositions with hills have this aspect of almost reverence (but for other things my nasty vision works as usual :P 😈)

We are clay and our time is the rain

 

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

But… that’s not my bike!

I think the traditional homes in the Swiss or Polish countryside are built with wood, but in our countryside they are made with adobe so when I used to read classic tales the wolf in my imagination was hidden in an adobe house.

I remembered that when I was walking this place at the borders of Juliaca city, the bicycle made me think in a modern wolf (except we haven’t wolves so he would be a fox) with granny clothes trying to don’t sleep while waiting for a young lady that promised to be there with a scarlet dress and matching lingerie.

Then the hunter came a day earlier because the fields were empty of tarucas (our native deers) First he doesn’t know why he feels an unfamiliar sensation so his instincts of hunter starts to drive him… scans in silence the scene until he notices with surprise the bike, not his bike, lying against a window, wondering if there is a tale inside and what if that tale already finished…

Shadow realm

Pareidolia vision: I can see the face of an old man seeing the hole in the clouds… he’s in the middle. I can understand why our ancestors had the myths of warriors and lovers that would be again part of our parents, the sacred hills called apus, because in our genesis we humans weren’t created by a god but we were produced or generated from special rocks, mountains or lakes… and we can come back.

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There was a episode in my life that caused me so much sadness, so much than anything before, when it finished I simply couldn’t feel anything, neither couldn’t find reason, among many things, in watching tv, to hear music, reading literature or anything that could give me before pleasure, a bit after I started this blog, as a way to drop photographs to the wind to say good bye to the past. So just to don’t age my mind I started to study science, history, biology, physical sciences. I didn’t read more ancient philosophy because to me it’s closer to literature with its beautiful ideas. The case is that months ago when I knew to my absent lady she suggest me to read Dan Brown’s Inferno. Today seemed a good day to read again so I purchased an original edition (I dislike to buy pirate versions) in English, I know my English to write is pretty basic but I haven’t problems to read long books, my favorite to read English words is Poe. Also I bought Borges’ Book of the Dreams in Spanish, it’s a selection about dreams found in literature and chronicles since the origins of civilization to the age of Borges. He was a very fine reader so I know it’s going to be a great reading. About Dan Brown I know it’s going to be entertained, nevertheless I hope this time the main character can be faster than me to guess the clues.

I don’t feel this as a return to reading, more like a return to melancholy. We’ll see.