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...

Broken..

Everything in this world has a hidden meaning. Man, animals, trees, stars, they are all hieroglyphics… woe is anyone who begin to decipher them and guess what they mean! .
When you see them, you do not understand them.
You think they are really men, animals, trees, stars. It is only years later, too late, that you understand...
Nikos Kazantzakis

more here
http://www.pbase.com/silvia_marmori/hidden_meaning

It's harder..

It is harder to kill a phantom than a reality

Virgina Woolf

air of heaven..

"The air of heaven is that which blows between a horse’s ears.."
or the one i still listen when remembering your voice..

for more images, http://www.pbase.com/silvia_marmori/horses

to trot the air..

When I bestride him, I soar,
I am a hawk: he trots the air;
the earth sings when he touches it;
the basest horn of his hoof is more musical
than the pipe of Hermes.

~William Shakespeare, Henry V