Blue eye

Eyes everywhere looking for the mysteries under the cloak of the night.

La lune est blanc(he) et l’amour est bleu

Très lointain intensité, petite lune…

Slow pole dance

Moon walking a feathery road

Another Monday and actually the moon doesn’t care that my lips mention her name.

Another Monday and actually the moon doesn’t care about a dumb man building a stair.

Another Monday and actually the moon just doesn’t care.

A thread crossing the moon

The Moon is already shattering in lunar pieces. White rocks falling near to me, wanting to die in obstreperous kiss to forget the eons of silent marriage.

I’m outside and I won’t search a roof. I know you are real, I know I’ll hear one last time your voice enlightening my night of lunar dust.

Moon magic

 

Monday and Saturday to me are the two most borings days in the week (although Sunday these years is fighting to replace Saturday) But I like the name of Monday. In every European language it’s the day of the Moon, so in Italian it’s Lunedi, from the word for moon: “Luna” (it sounds quite nice) or lundi in French. When Spaniards came to our country they made a word in Quechua for Monday, so its equivalent is Killa P’unchay (Killa – Moon and P’unchay – day)

I remember in the beginning I wanted to draw moons so big to save the silhouettes of people inside it, as seen in movies; so in the reality it was a bit disappointing see it so small. Then I didn’t know about telephoto lenses and their tricks. Now instead I prefer to render it naturally and not isolated, but playing with mountains, buildings and trees. A solitary moon besides the power of a lens doesn’t say much.

A satellite travelling, sleeping with dreams of white castles, perhaps with kings bidding their time in marble sarcophagus to come back to the Earth, ignoring that they have no place in a world of elections.

Sewing with a moon

An staff of six lines to play a fictional melody with the moon. A half note sounding solitaire in the blue indifferent to the despair of a man that’s alone in the Earth.

Moonsical

Serenade to the moon playing my harp of metallic chords.

A warm light with a frozen heart afraid to say yes.

Subtle melody for you.

Magic morning in another planet

Do you remember the last eclipse in 2014 year? well, yes or no this photograph is from that eclipse. The Moon looks quite unusual, more like a giant planet.

The photo is not very big because I cropped a lot; even with the most of the optical zoom I couldn’t get more closer, but that’s ok, it’s better to have a photograph to remember something lived than nothing at all.

Moon Valley – La Paz

Paradise found.

This is a changing landscape, every rain modify it bit by bit sculpting new shapes in clay. It’s in the South of the Bolivian capital and its name according to Wikipedia was given by the famous Neil Armstrong who, always quoting Wikipedia, in one visit said that that topography was similar to the Moon surface. If that’s true, and everything is possible, surely he was referring to the topography of the imaginary Moon in the old tales when our satellite was populated with its own creatures.

I went some day to La Paz and as an app in my cell phone alert me of moonrise in broad day I thought it would be nice to be in Moon Valley.

Summoning of the Moon

yellow gift

I took public transport but what I didn’t know is that it was closed! LOL. So these pictures are from the street :S, anyway the place is quite beautiful so I got, even outside, great views.

Don’t pass: Lilliput’s mountains

There are some similarities with towers of gothic cathedrals, what is not weird because Gothic style has great influence of shapes found in nature.

high point of view

red cubic blood

fissure

Moon Valley is in the sector of Mallasa in La Paz city. The altitude is 3299 m.a.s.l. (10 823 feet of altitude) for you it could be cold but to me it’s hot. The cost of entry is two bucks if I’m not wrong, I went before once (but I hadn’t camera) so I remember, this time I had a camera (but I went too late XD) You felt a bit like a Gulliver in Lilliput.

Flying to other realm

green pray

Green hair

 

Epilogue

quiet afternoon

See the photograph above these lines. This is the route towards Moon Valley, as you can see there are similar structures in the hills, perhaps at least twenty times taller than the ones in Moon Valley. One wonders if wouldn’t be better to walk to those hills (don’t do it if you don’t know the place) instead to go to a little place. IMHO “Moon Park” would be a more adequate name. But it’s nice to visit indeed.

However, I got to go to Moon Valley when there was Moon in the sky so that’s definitively a win in my book ;-)

clay poem for a white moon