… “Para que nada nos separe, que nada nos una”…

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prayer

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prayer – Mexico D.F.
Carrying a subconscious cross on his back, he is praying.
Next to him burns a candle of hope.
Perhaps we can share it.

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La Puertita De La Luz

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From the beginning, from the first morning, from my small bedroom door to the Cathedral of Mexico, shines the light that she has brought into my life.

Although I am standing deep into the shadow, I know that this brightness will follow me, until my last breath.


through the fog

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the mist clouds my mind
fills my lungs with life
i run my hand along the stone,
wet and cold


once upon…

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every inch my fingers travel is another hour
of my time gone by;
one more grain of sand
fallen to the bottom of the glass
never to be felt again


yellow princess

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Xilitla, Central Mexico Rainforest
Under the thick fog and rain, we walked through stones gates, passages, stairs and more gates to nowhere.
The perfect universe, castle, for a yellow princess. A surrealistic domain built by an Englishman 50 years earlier..
Absurd mazes and structures withstanding time and blending into a wet green world that would grow forever.
It was just as I had imagined, she defied heights and mazes, as much as she defied the odds for us to be together.
She was so little, so frail, yet as tall and strong as these sculptures, reaching out to infinity.
This is her kingdom I thought, It’s time for me to go.


new light

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but under every arch that i pass
new light is scattered in new ways
new rain carries new tastes
these foreign flowers –
i wonder what their names
could be


my sun is setting

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As I watch her, in the distance, camera in hand, I realize that I am standing En La Sombra Del Tiempo.
I once was in the light, on the other side, standing as shiny and as tall as these absurd monuments.
I have no fears except for one. not seeing her anymore, on the day that this heavy metal door shuts.
All I hoped for was, that when, that moment came, she would hold my hand.
If not, it didn’t matter anymore, since all had been written, and no one and no time could ever take it away.


hold…

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hold my hand
hold me,
my love