Saturday, 24 January 2015


Wednesday, 7 January 2015

Make it rain

Tuesday, 30 December 2014

Sunday, 28 December 2014

When we walk...

Friday, 19 December 2014

The sunset

Friday, 24 October 2014

Never forget the age-old customs

“Whoever becomes the ruler of a city that is accustomed to freedom and does not destroy it can expect to be destroyed by it, for it can always find a pretext for rebellion in the name of its former freedom and age-old customs, which are never forgotten despite the passage of time or any benefits it has received. No matter what the ruler does or what precautions he takes, the inhabitants will never forget that freedom or those customs — unless they are separated or dispersed ...”
Machiavelli, The Prince

Tuesday, 14 October 2014

Dust of time

Wednesday, 17 September 2014


Wednesday, 27 August 2014

Old tingri

Thursday, 31 July 2014

Fly Over

Sunday, 29 June 2014

Topography IV

Tuesday, 24 June 2014

Topography III

Tuesday, 17 June 2014

Topography II

Sunday, 8 June 2014


Wednesday, 28 May 2014

No fences

Wednesday, 14 May 2014

Room with view

Monday, 21 April 2014

April rain

Under my tree-roof
slanting lines of april rain
separate to drops.

Matsuo Bashō (1644 – 1694)

Friday, 11 April 2014

Long conversations

Long conversations 
beside blooming irises – 
joys of life on the road 

Matsuo Bashō (1644 – 1694)

Thursday, 3 April 2014

Thursday, 6 March 2014


Wednesday, 26 February 2014

Night stroll

Monday, 10 February 2014


Wednesday, 5 February 2014


1 [singular]the furthest that you can see, where the sky seems to meet the land or the sea2 [countableusually plural]the limit of your desires, knowledge or interest  


Friday, 31 January 2014

If my memory serves me well...

...the deep night create the day

Wednesday, 22 January 2014


...las piedras rodando se encuentran!