Ilo’s midday

Ilo's midday

 

I love to walk in the shores of Ilo city, it’s quite fantastic to be so close to the sea!!! I hope it brings to you the same happiness as it gives to me.

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Adoro caminar en las orillas de Ilo, ¡¡¡es fantástico estar tan cerca al mar!!! Espero que te de la misma felicidad que me da a mi.

^w^

Divine eye

Divine eye

 

That old dinosaur skin hiding an eye burning with a young rancor, almost green. One thousand times beaten by the sea… it awaits for you when you’ll come into the dark. Happy weekend.

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Esa vieja piel de dinosaurio escondiendo un ojo encendido por un rencor joven, casi verde. Mil veces golpeado por el mar… está a la espera de cuando vengas en obscuridad. Feliz fin de semana.

Checho

Checho

 

Today WordPress told me, with a notification, that I now have five years as a registered user. Funny thing is I never did it, it was Microsoft that gave up to our spaces and left us here. xD

I liked so much the vast blue waters and the contrast with the little golden shoe for some reason…

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Supuestamente estoy en WordPress ya cinco años; lo chistoso es que yo nunca me registré aquí. .-. lel!

Me gustó mucho el azul del mar y el contraste con el zapatito dorado…

Face waiting to meet the wave

Face waiting to meet the wave

 

That element, standing in the middle right, seemed to me like a kind of head: stubborn in challenge the sea. A sunny morning entertained into ripping off gleams to the sea.

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Ese elemento, en el medio a la derecha, me parecía como una especie de cabeza: terco en enfrentar al mar. Una mañana soleada que se entretiente arrancando destellos al mar.

A little gentleman walks…

a little gentleman walks

These birds in the port… I don’t know if they dream that they are humans and walk like one, or if are the humans the ones dreaming they are sea creatures and walk like them. To me is enough to just see, and walk again the port. I’d like to think my walking as a panther. xD

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Estas aves en el puerto… No estoy seguro si ellas sueñan ser humanos y caminan como uno, o si son los humanos los que sueñan que son criaturas marinas y caminan como ellos. Me basta con ver, y caminar otra vez el puerto. Me gustaría pensar que mi caminar es el de una pantera. xD

Sleeping ships

sleeping ships

Time to dream, darling. Blue dreams for us for the times to be together. I want so badly to be in your dreams as you are in mine… and meet us there in a second life.

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Hora de soñar, a.n.c.z. Sueños azules para los dos por los tiempos en que seremos uno. Deseo tanto tanto estar en tus sueños como tú estás en los míos… y vernos en ese otro mundo.

Don’t let me go…

Don't let me go...

If you are reading this post, in the moment I publish it, from Europe, Australia or Asia then receive my greetings oh great survivor of New Year’s day party! you probably had started the Viking party the year 2015 and continue it till 2016 ♪♫✌

If you are in America or Americas (depending of your school of thought) still we are two and half hours away from 2016. Still we are here. The years go away with the stream of time… I hope you have found something akin to your spirit in my words and photographs of this personal diary, thanks for your visit.

Kind regards from a far away place in Peru and happy new year and hoping you had a nice 2015.

Sunset in the port…

The forgotten planet and its sunset of two Suns

The forgotten planet and its sunset of two Suns

I used to work long hours in Ilo city, but I had the option to choose my hours to eat… the sunset in the port (when it’s not cloudy I mean) are fantastic and I used that time to eat something fast and see from the port the ocean.

A far eye

a far eye

There are just a few people there, and when there are more persons usually it’s to celebrate an event. In winter it has no lights so the sunset turns into a game of silhouettes, like a chinese shadow play.

In the border of the world a three

in the border of the world a tree

The boats take a breath between waves, the ocean leave behind her turquoise and dress clothes of fire: it’s another sunset in the sea of Ilo.

vast openness

vast openness

In the brief moments when there aren’t people around (and that happens frequently) I have that feeling to being in an empty museum. Signals from a civilization know from another life and another time.

Sleeping navy

sleeping navy

The sky takes colors that make me think in a popular brand of Peruvian ice-cream, it has three colors melting inside and shaping candy landscapes. The ice-cream sky takes a breath and the flying creatures return to their secret homes in the trees in the border of the sea or in the beams and columns under the wooden and old port.

Reader at the end of the Ocean

Reader at the end of the Ocean

The time is gentle there, so everybody there takes the chance to try a bit of slowness in middle of a modern city. Of course it’s an illusion, the feeling of eternity vanish after a while when the night turns the sea into a blind noise of waves breaking against the shores.

Infinite sky

Infinite Sky

In Ilo the winter is sometimes quite warm. The sea is a sort of sorcerer, once you see it you get frozen staring to it, besides a few laughs of children and little chatting of friends it’s a place where people just see as in a hunting mirror something mysterious but common to each of us.

Men bowing their head in respect for the dying king

Men bowing their head in respect for the dying king

This is actually the story of two sunsets. But also is true that in that moment every sunset is the same, a little travel to a magical land of golden tones.