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

it goes on..

Two souls at the narrow streets of Iruya, a small village
at 2800 m above sea level, at Salta province..
and I am almost sure i hear Robert Frost whispering:
"In three words I can sum up everything
I've learned about life: it goes on."

music in the soul....

"Music in the soul can be heard by the universe", wrote Lao Tzu..

and i can assure you her laugh

was like a whole symphony,

coming from centuries ago

to pervade my soul.

the opposite of love...

She was so focused on her chat.. but i heard him singing.. waiting..
He finally looked at me and said: " becuase the opposite of love isn't hate, but indifference.."
Then, closing his eyes, he calmly walked away...

memories..

The leaves of memory seemed to make
A mournful rustling in the dark.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

egyptian tango..

From where can I have a word
Full of pain, rebellion and determination?
From where can I have a word born by Earth
A word which cures what Heaven words couldn't cure?

Salah Jaheen.... egyptian poet

tending towards the eternal..

i am back... two months traveling around my country...
i have passed through snowstorms... sandstorms.. rain...dust and wind covering roads, breaking the glasses of the car.. making stones hit and spoil the engine...weather changing from - 20 to + 34 degrees..

But i have found also souls that warmed mine... some became close, other were just silent meetings, in contemplation...
i have felt, suffered, smiled and grew among them...
and i remembered something i read long ago.. words that changed me forever...
“Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.” Cesare Pavese..

childhood..

And even if you were in some prison, the walls of which let none of the sounds of the world come to your senses - would you not then still have your childhood, that precious, kingly possession, that treasure-house of memories? ~Rainer Maria Rilke

pure air and fire..

He's of the colour of the nutmeg.
And of the heat of the ginger....
he is pure air and fire;
and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him,
but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him;
he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.
~William Shakespeare, Henry V

suspended and.. realized..

Thanks to the Asociación Amigos de la Fotografía Antigua y del Museo Fotográfico de Quilmes, my exhibition "Souls"( that was scheduled at Museo Fotografico de Quilmes and was suspended by Quilmes Municipality) will begin today at cultural centre Libremente, at Temperley.
Many thanks, from the bottom of my heart, to the Association and to the Museum of Photography's director, Fernando San Martín.

new exhibition... Souls...