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Jaffa, the old city; the eternal port; the whitness of infinite ships fading in the horizon.
27 January, 2009
Memories of future
Jaffa, the old city; the eternal port; the whitness of infinite ships fading in the horizon.
26 January, 2009
It's never "just grapes..."
I don't know why, when you see grapes you don't think grapes.There is always something else...
25 January, 2009
23 January, 2009
From Corrientes Mismo
Caras que cuentan cada uno de los 40 abriles que pasaron sin verse.Mario, esta va con dedicatoria especial, un amigo y un maestro.
22 January, 2009
20 January, 2009
Escape From Gaudi
Escapado de un proyecto de Gaudi, este trompetista honra la obra maestra de un gran creador.
19 January, 2009
Los Pagos...
"...Por andar esta huella repecho oscurodejé tanto a mi espalda que ni me apuro..."
Huella de ida y vuelta | Roberto Yacomuzzi | José E. Molina
Oh, No...!
...! ....? ....? ...?Not here, not there, not the place, not the time.
No stamp, no blue, no green, no pen, not right.
Not you, not you, not you, you & the next. Please...
Once & Again
Water: reminder of who we are.Hits like a wall; holds like a cloud.
Water Mirror; Water Cristal.
18 January, 2009
17 January, 2009
Urban Shepherds
Watching...This herd is a man's message to a land of grey fields, cement trees & hungy wolves in ties.
Paint The Way.
I know someone that could paint the path to happiness.I know it can be done, i don't have to believe it, I have seen it.
A Grandfather - My Grandfather.
My Grandfather. Got lost in his mind maze, left his life through a far away tale.
He departed, but stayed. Our reflexion, our image, our projection; like a big shadow from a small tree.
Blogalization
The other face of globalization. Planting hope, growing dreams, harvesting patience.
Another life, with walls that cannot be seen, with high bridges that cannot be reached.
Deadly Honesty
Sorrow, sadness, resignation, a burden that Death does not enjoy.Compassion & a hidden smile, probe that life is only a stage.
What Lies Beneath
What lies beneath never counted.Shadows, gradients, more or less brightful existences.
More or less durable, some last a days, some last years, but they all last a lifetime.
Cars' Slingshot
City, the new layer of this nature.Our landscape, our playground, my daily inspiration, our race aspiration.
Stone Whitness
This white lady has been guarding the secrets of the royal house for knows who how many years.The castle in the back is a dream, a vision of Europe far away from Europe.
This sky, is relatively the same that whitnessed the creation of this very special place, 200 hundres years ago.
01 January, 2009
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