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.
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.
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.
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.
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…
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…
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.
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.
It feels like the time had no substance. it is just real when there is a “you & I”; it turns eternal when I meet your voice, your eyes and your smile. My previous time is rewritten as a preface of our history. Wait for me, my princess. ~w~
Se siente como si el tiempo fuese inmaterial. Se vuelve real sólo cuando hay un “tú y yo”, se vuelve eterno cuando encuentro tus ojos, tu voz y tu sonrisa. Mi vida anterior se reescribe como un prefacio de nuestra historia. Espera por mi, princesita… a.n.c.z. ~n~
(I bought the little mermaid in the port, I thought it would be nice to photograph with the sunny day in the coast. I am not sure if the artisan handcrafted it as the rest of the work there made with shells and mother pearl, it has no indication, but well done to the unknown artisan ^w^)
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
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
I am flying, light and weak, over the lonely fields. My wings woven with the sweet memories of you. ^.^
Estoy volando, débil y ligero, sobre los campos solitarios. Mis alas están tejidas de mis dulces recuerdos contigo a.n.c.z. \^-^/
Seven years ago a summer in Ilo city. I started to think in this city as a spectacular place to see the sunsets…
Siete años atrás un verano en Ilo. Empezaba a pensar en esta ciudad como un lugar espectacular para los atardeceres.
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.
In the elementary school I was very good in the exercise to practice equilibrium over a thin wooden beam to jump to a ring, once I was selected to practice it in public but I was so afraid that I didn’t do anything. Last weekend in the building I designed I had to walk a thin wooden board to set the formwork of a concrete beam, in one side there was five meters of a fall to concrete stairs and to the other side was a fall of ten meters to the neighbour roof. Everything withouth safety equipment…
I felt what I feel when I am lost in the cold of the nature; or climbing also without nothing more than a pair of shoes a jean a shirt and a backpack with water and a camera; or fighting to don’t die in the dangerous blocks. The life suddenly seems a wooden beam so thin and light, so fragile…