Lights and shadows.
Music in the night, saturday and friday crowds go to laugh to drink and to love. Their movements make a melody of titillating lights,
But I am here drawing plans :D
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.
Today I am hurting your eyes with a constellation of Suns. *0*
This photograph was meant to be posted the Monday but I noticed it was another volcano, not the Misti, instead one called Pichu Pichu. So in honor of truth I decided to post it another day.
Iba a postear esta fotografía el lunes pero me percaté que este era otro volcán, no el Misti, sino uno llamado Pichu Pichu. Así que en aras de la verdad decidé publicarlo otro día.
Well, another Monday in the new world. There is a volcano with a pure shape called Misti. It’s a triangle, the Moon is a circle.
Today I want to show a register of a circle and its bond to a triangle. : )
Every time the moon appears is like it had an invisible bond or tie to the volcano. I adore when the shapes are pure, is like we could choose messages with capitals letters… a direct message without additional ornaments except its own beauty.
The title should be arMy.
Un ejército de emes. XP
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.