Lights and shadows.
There are a race of hunters interested in human beings, to chase them they take advantage of the fascination for light of our species. Hidden I got to see their work.
They prepare their traps at day, with lines they erect temporal structures.
And at night they fire them, to gather and harvest the human moths.
I can barely bear the vision of the light… so haunting, so spectacular…
A red flower that exists for around a heartbeat to vanish into the black without stars.
And the lights starts to vanish. The hunters are going to harvest the mesmerized crowd.
The sea slowly trying to be part of the city… a kind of love.
El mar lentamente tratando de ser parte de la ciudad… una especie de romance.
Time contains so many stories parallels crossing and sometimes blending at diffent paces and differents roads… but in the end every one of them converge to the same final.
El tiempo contiene tantas historias paralelas cruzando y a veces mezclándose a diferentes ritmos y por diferentes caminos… pero igual todas terminan en el mismo final.
Yesterday there was no post… I was the whole day in a construction and at the end of the day it was a celebration with cigarettes and beer. I don’t like neither, but it was needed because the tradition in Peru and Bolivia to celebrate with the workers the finishing of a roof. Anyway, better to post know with a clear mind than one with booze.
The boats sleeping along the coast. A fisherman fights to get the coast before the night catch him in the high seas.
In a world without humans I imagine the structures would be our only ever lasting monument. An epitaph of beams and columns interlaced in a lost language.
A white cross watching my sinful being.
I turn off the lights so he can’t see >:-D