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??

A broken iron ring..

I was walking along a street at Budapest, when a noise, like a soft moan, made me look at a building..
There , at top, I saw a horse, frozen like a metal sculpture.. prisoner at the column.
I made a shot.. I stayed a moment.. and then, went on my walk.
But I heard a sound, like a broken iron ring..
Then, a flap of wings..
I didn't turn back to see.

A step to freedom..

At the Río de la Plata, there is a special place, a small island in the middle of it, between Argentina and Uruguay..
Martin Garcia, its name.
With a diverse and beautiful geography, it is more well known for being witness of many facts of our history... battles for our independence at the river... famous political prisoners..
There was, also a common prison. When it was closed, its inside was destroyed, but they kept the walls, the windows and gates..
When I saw it, I imagined the feeling of those leaving... and I remembered something i read long ago..
"As a fish only knows what water means, when it is taken out of it.. a man can only know the whole meaning of freedom when he looses it"

the decision..

The shadows of thousand voyages across all seas...
The quietness and safety at the port..
She looks thoughtful, but i know.. her wings will open widely, and she will fly, free, one day...
One day...