Sunset in the port…

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

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 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

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

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

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

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

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.

The sun in your eyes

The moment when the city gets a blush in their windows. A distant echo of the sunset.

In the Pelican hood

This gang doesn’t accept a no for answer.

I just have drank a lot of beers and there is a table moving funny XD if you have questions I can answer you. haha no! drunk or not I alwas try to be honest ;-) Today was the finish of a concrete slab and the tradition says to share it with the workers. Otherwise it would be a way to dispise them.

Voluptuous lips

A flower kissing the sunset in the port. There was something sultry in this fallen flower…

The old walls enduring another twilight

They are there… without a reason.  But they still endure. I was thinking in what happens when a person don’t have a reason in life, perhaps these old buildings have an answer. Perhaps beyond their reason to be they are a kind of memory or just an inertia of existence. Traveling across the time second by second.

Lake in Golden land

Golden land is a magical place that just exists a few seconds each day.

Trying to touch the sky

A timid finger groping the cold air to give itself strength to go outside…

Memories of Primal Earth

At least! Tomorrow I’m on my way to Ilo city, the place in the photo is in the heart of the city, Can you believe that a city has a sea in his center? So I’m traveling after an attack coordinated of virus to my system (a flu) and to my laptop (informatic) for work… meh!

I hope not more than two days. As usual I’ll schedule posts in advance ;-)

“Good morning, and in case I don’t see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!” ;-)

Stone Circle of Dragons

Advancing to the sea before the long night

old dragons breath ancient fire

their black skin blends with twilight silhouette

an ancient sea relieves hurt hot wings

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They would love to fly, to raise! The sky is so far…

once lords they now wait red moonlight

a silent incantation of hope to break the spell

confining them to legends and myths

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Drums of war are their hearts, lava for the last fight.

The worst wound a shame that burns:

be caged in rocks whom before were a proud kin

precisely them, a race of kings!

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The caste of the Stone Circle of Dragons awaits

advancing before the long night…

to a promised redemption made of red moonlight

silently, slowly… into the old sea

Bearing up solar winds

Ilo city… yesterday a customer called from there so tomorrow I’m travelling, it’s for work so probably I’m not going to have time to take some pictures, and we’re in winter so probably the sky is going to have that apathetic gray. in any case I’m going to schedule a pair of posts ahead ;-)

I liked this landscape from the shores of Pacific Ocean in Ilo because the sun seemed so strong that almost it seemed capable to move with its light the ship… it was in the last days of the summer in March…