or lose our ventures...

There is a tide in the affairs of men,

Which taken at the flood,

leads on to fortune.

Omitted, all the voyage of their life

is bound in shallows and in miseries.

On such a full sea are we now afloat.

And we must take the current when it serves,

or lose our ventures.

Shakespeare

dreaming future

I dreamt of a fence...closing, stopping, paralyzing one...a fence of imposed and self imposed boundaries...
I dreamt of a free soul, crazily lunging against all borders... jumping over all misfortunes...
then, I heard a voice in that dream.. a whisper repeating Victor Hugo words:
"There is nothing like a dream to create the future."

Kid's dream.. el sueño del pibe

dreams in black and white, hopes of a colourful future..

the two glances..

May 25th is over.. 200 years passed trying to be independient.. free...
But still there are two countries..
One with the glance firm, with the eyes full of past glories and hard battles, and within them the untamed will to go on fighting for the future...
The other, with the sceptic glance.. the one who eats but forgot when he coudn't have food.. the one who protests but forgot when he couldn't express himself, just for the single fear to be killed..
How much more time he will need to realize?
How much more he will go on listening and repeating without digesting what he listens and repeats??

an instant..i want an instant..

A taste of past times, a warmness of childhood...

maybe a stop, so the soul may feel the essence in the middle of all pressures, moving and tiredness...

wish i could have an instant of them there, enjoying life..but sometimes we can only register.. and share..

where to look...

If you want to study yourself -- look into the hearts of other people. If you want to study other people -- look into your own heart.
Schiller

devils...

devils at Uquia... carnival and Andean celebration, full of native root’s rituals and ceremonies. Aborigine’s spirit that comes from more than 10,000 years ago and merged with the Christian dogma brought by conquerors without disappearing. Here they come here down the hill. Devils un-buried as

they are the figures that represents Carnival.

more images and clips here http://lvo-photo.blogspot.com/

sculpted..

Music, in performance, is a type of sculpture. The air in the performance is sculpted into something.
~Frank Zappa~

Are we to paint what's on the face,
what's inside the face,
or what's behind it?

Pablo Picasso

only changing words..

“As a child, I had almost fallen into the well. When grown up, I nearly fell into the word “eternity,” and its quite number of other words too—“love” “hope” “country” “God.” As each word was conquered and left behind, I had the feeling that I had escaped a danger and made some progress. But no, I was only changing words and calling it deliverance. And there I had been, for the last two years, hanging over the edge of the word “
Nikos Kazantzakis