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Posts tagged “mexico city

stone by stone

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cities get lost – Mexico DF, Cathedral
Clouds, stones and seconds ticking to the rhythm of a million foot steps, beating to the silence of a million souls murmuring and praying for each other.
Maybe they would be heard.
But then again.

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waiting

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waiting – Mexico D.F.
Through the bars, as crowds go by, he already is forgotten.
He goes everyday to the door of the Cathedral, maybe they will give, maybe they wont.
How many will wash their conscience today ?
How absurd and cruel can destiny be.
All I can do, is photograph him, mocking time.


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.


communion

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Dressed in white, full of faith, her life is only beginning as she stands high on the stairs that have so many stories to tell.
Three Photographers immortalizing the bright instant, that has inevitably already slipped into its own shadow.
From behind the scenes, the fourth one observes, captures and smiles at this moment of his own destiny.


silhouettes

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Her silhouette standing in the doorway, in front of wrapped statues, talking to the past, her past.
As if I didn’t know.
Right after that, it started raining.
We went to an old cantina and had the best mole and beer in town.
At that moment, I knew that it was only a question of time before I became a silhouette as well.
How absurd can it be to be so convinced that one can steal anything from time.


Father’s Day

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As he slips slowly into the shadow of his life, he proudly displays his immortality.
Bathing in light and shyness, they pose for me.
It’s another Sunday, but it’s father’s day.
Where has mine gone ?


the portrait

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From above, she is digging for a glimpse at his soul.
I admire the scene, we walked around holding hands all day,
I am teaching, I am learning, she is learning, and the yellow circles go on and on.


time again

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Pointing at an angry sky, two towers of stone, one new and one old.
The church was built by the indigenous people.
They were forced by the Spanish Conquistadores, to take apart their own pyramids and faith.
As if it wasn’t enough cruelty, the same stones had to be used in order to build the Cathedral.
And all that, in the name of what exactly ?
As Albert Camus once wrote, “ Empires and Churches are built under the sun of death.”


fading

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Withstanding seasons, in the old Mexico City, he is selling wrestling equipment since the beginning of times.
Or so it seems.


display

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Colors, shoes, masks, trophies from another time, memories and future dreams of fighters.
Some for life and others for ambition.
As I see my own reflection, I ask myself:
Who was, and who will be the winner ?
Is there really a winner.


lupita

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He smiles at life, and life smiles right back at him.
His hands holding onto the cooling stone, he is happy with his destiny.
He has seen many winners and losers go by.
Maybe I should smile at my own destiny.


generations

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Looking down…


Zocalo strangers

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Although we all move like a herd, no direction for, there is always a pause, a glimpse, maybe even a smile.

We all look at each other, as if we needed to share a secret, a thought, an instant, and we do in silence.