TRAVELS & JOURNEYS

-En Solitude-

2011-11-23T22:03:00.004+02:00

This piece, -En Solitude-, was inspired by the writing of R.M.Rilke in his book ´Letters to a young poet`.
´With trust and patience, let that grandiose solitude work it´s way into you, because it is through it, that you will find your way.`

-Antoneta-

2011-09-02T12:19:00.004+03:00

-Bones & Beauty- Paris

2011-08-18T23:03:00.002+03:00

-Juliette- Paris

2011-08-18T01:55:00.000+03:00

-Juliette by the window-

2011-08-17T00:40:00.000+03:00

-Le regard-

2011-04-05T00:35:00.000+03:00

-El Maestro y Nagual Fausto Meditando-

2011-02-23T08:12:00.008+02:00

In nature, I recognised this noble and enigmatic creature as the Prince of the Forest.

Loved and respected by the ones who knew him, he will be remembered as a magical being, a Maestro of consciousness. The black spirit animal continues to cross the bridge between life and death. His vehicle; his beautiful black gazehound body, rests in the bird sanctuary of Sauvie Island, a place where he spent time, in tune with the creatures who live there. He observed and listened to every detail; moving graciously his black swan-like neck to listen to the frogs or a singing bird. Serene, he would contemplate the water striders floating on the pristine surface and the tiny fish swimming under his legs.
In the immense temple of nature, Fausto, as we called him, would come out of the urban lethargy to become the awakened one, the guardian of the doors of knowledge. He was able to guide the restless soul from one shore to the other. His memory and teachings will always be honoured. Fausto was the platonic definition of poetry: an ontological, winged, sacred being.

-Gypsy Boy- Argentina

2011-02-21T10:34:00.001+02:00

-Zíngaros- Hungarian Gypsies in Argentina

2011-02-21T10:27:00.004+02:00

I was traveling in Patagonia, Argentina, when I met a gypsy family, who were originally from Hungry. They had been traveling from Bolivia on a pick up truck. When I met them, they were settling down on the shore of a pristine river. During the II WW, gypsies were abused, women sterilized, mistreated, put in concentration camps or killed. In Europe, they were no longer able to continue with their nomadic lifestyle were they travelled with caravans and livestock; they were obligated to have a definitive place to be, so their lifestyle was taken away from them. Today, in South American countries, they still find a way to live like they used to.

-Pueblo bombardeado de Aragón-

2011-02-09T10:54:00.000+02:00

' El estado es un inmenso cementerio que sirve para enterrar toda manifestación de la vida individual. `M.Bakunin.- (Bombed village from the Spanish civil war.)

-La Viejita- España

2011-02-07T22:20:00.000+02:00

-Albarracín- España

2011-02-06T23:50:00.000+02:00

-Saturnino- Barcelona

2011-02-05T15:11:00.009+02:00

Saturnino, was sitting on this bench in a little public square in Barcelona when he told me; -These days, every body wants to participate in this race that leads nowhere but disappointment; when the only real thing to do is to know how to be , ´hay que saber estar`; he said. Meaning, as long as you are entirely where you are, being who you are, one does not need to be part of some fabricated race -´We are just fine the way we are, we don´t need a global way of being, we don´t need all of these things that the latest technologies offer, we just need to know how to be.`

-La Viejita y su Nagual- España

2011-02-04T01:34:00.005+02:00

So much to learn from the octogenarians, Lola, Maria, Saturnino; their presence is so valuable in society, their voices, their gestures, are the echo of knowledge.

An ancestral bond of the human with their animal spirit manifested through them. Such a natural sense of reality and beauty when two souls in different forms, meet in their mutual love and care.

-Wild Child- Alaska

2011-02-01T10:15:00.000+02:00

-San Juan Chamula- México

2011-01-31T12:24:00.004+02:00

San Juan Chamula es una aldea indigena situada en los majestuosos altos cerros de Chiapas. En este pueblo existe la pequeña iglesia de San Juan Bautista. La puerta de la iglesia es un umbral que al cruzarlo, te traslada a otro lugar más allá del tiempo. Briznas de hierba y cientos de velas de diferentes colores cubren el suelo del templo. En este recinto sagrado se escuchan acompañados de rituales Mayas, los rezos ancestrales de su lengua Tzotzil. La vida y la muerte, lo cercano y lo oculto habitan contigüamente.

-San Francisco-

2011-01-15T03:24:00.000+02:00

-Smoke- Oregon

2011-01-14T12:18:00.000+02:00

-Carly- Oregon

2010-04-05T13:55:00.006+03:00

-El Abrazo- Pirineo, España

2009-09-08T02:56:00.001+03:00

-Silhouette- Oregon

2009-09-08T02:00:00.007+03:00

Por el muro blanco se asomó tu sombra;

Tu sombra que hace años en otro muro se mudaba..

Eras entonces negra sombra, reflejo en una pupila,

Llama de silueta dormida.

Sombra clara y perfilada

de tinta negra vestida..

-El Hombre y el Cosmos- Portugal

2009-07-13T23:30:00.016+03:00

Megalítico más antiguo (Los Almendres) de la Península Ibérica.

Cien Menhires del período Neolítico construídos durante el V y IV milenio A.C y orientados según las direcciones de los equinocios.

Most ancient megalithic of the Iberian Peninsula; 100 monoliths from Neolithic times, oriented according to the directions of the equinox.

-Safo-Michigan

2009-05-16T09:42:00.003+03:00

-Nagual Negro- España

2009-05-16T09:30:00.022+03:00

Latir de invierno, largo eco de silencio, sombra que cruzas el blanco paisaje de ensueño, como un nagual negro que lidia el alma exploradora de navegantes sin rumbo cierto..

-Estío- Oregon

2009-03-02T17:46:00.009+02:00

La mano borrosa del tiempo dibuja palabras que

en su momento, son eternas..

Más transcurre una época y quedan desmenuzadas

como las hojas secas..

Como el resonar de un beso que nos despierta.

Como el efecto de nuestro encuentro disipándose en un rastro de sueño.

Jamás ese instante más allá de nosotros regresará.

Solo el momento y lo que nos queda por vivir; el misterio..

-El Beso- Paris

2009-03-02T17:07:00.001+02:00

-LLuvia- Oregon

2009-03-02T11:03:00.010+02:00

-Kurban- Türkiye

2008-12-11T09:58:00.000+02:00

-Hermanos- Türkiye

2008-12-11T09:51:00.000+02:00

-Mushroom Rock- Türkiye

2008-11-12T01:33:00.006+02:00

-Kappadokya, Türkiye- Lugar donde ascetas y primeros cristianos, encontraron refugio. Entre delirios volcánicos, cavaban en la blanda roca sus habítaculos.. Fantástico lugar esculpido por el viento, el frío y el paso del tiempo.

Cruzo éste místico silencioso y solitario paisaje cubierto por el manto ivernal y envuelta en el siseo de un suave viento, percibo contemplativa, los ecos de sus habitantes místicos de antaño..

-Sonrisa de Sol- Vietnam

2008-08-30T13:21:00.011+03:00

When the Vietnamese expanded in the 10th C. from their home, in the North, they encounter the high developped civilization of the Cham. Today the Cham are faceless people. The Vietnamese destroy the Cham people.Vietnamese art, music, tradition, literature, religion own much to the Cham., but today the Cham are a dwendeling minority in what was their own land.

-Humo- Vietnam

2008-08-28T18:52:00.003+03:00

-Perfume River- Vietnam

2008-08-28T16:45:00.000+03:00

-Little Buddha- Vietnam

2008-08-28T12:58:00.006+03:00

Calles de Vietnam

2008-08-28T12:43:00.000+03:00

-Rice field- Vietnam

2008-08-22T17:03:00.004+03:00

-Budhist Temple- Vietnam

2008-08-22T16:54:00.003+03:00

-Fish Market- Vietnam

2008-08-22T16:45:00.002+03:00

-Nena- Vietnam

2008-08-22T13:36:00.000+03:00

-Galicia- España

2008-08-01T23:52:00.000+03:00

-España Profunda-

2008-08-01T23:46:00.000+03:00

-Otilia- Barcelona

2008-08-01T15:12:00.001+03:00

-Eclipse de Luz- Oregon

2008-08-01T15:08:00.003+03:00

-Musa del Bosque- Oregon

2008-07-14T13:40:00.004+03:00

-La Paresse- Oregon

2008-07-14T13:29:00.004+03:00

-The Blue Room- España

2008-07-14T11:21:00.004+03:00

-The morning- Oregon

2008-07-14T10:18:00.001+03:00

-Eclipse de Luz- Oregon

2008-07-14T03:23:00.006+03:00

Eclipse de luz que de blanco y negro

llega a bañar el rostro con el albo y fuidizo rayo de invierno.

Vestigio de una diáfana quietud.

Plateada hebra recorriendo lo insondable de tu voz.

Bramido del anciano mar oculto tras el transparente iris de tu orfandad.

Cuerpo lánguido, paisaje silencioso.. ¡Sed de ser, invocando texturas

que despiertan el minúsculo detalle de tu piel!.

-Profil de un poète- Oregon

2008-07-14T03:00:00.005+03:00

-Le Matin- Oregon

2008-07-14T02:23:00.005+03:00

-La Bohème-

2008-07-06T15:14:00.002+03:00

-Balcón de Sueños- España

2008-07-06T14:26:00.004+03:00

-Hada de Lluvia- Oregon

2008-07-06T13:46:00.004+03:00

-Bosque de Luz- Oregon

2008-07-06T13:44:00.004+03:00