Tuesday, 30 December 2014

Sunday, 28 December 2014

Friday, 19 December 2014

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

Wednesday, 17 September 2014

Wednesday, 27 August 2014

Thursday, 31 July 2014

Sunday, 29 June 2014

Tuesday, 24 June 2014

Tuesday, 17 June 2014

Sunday, 8 June 2014

Wednesday, 28 May 2014

Wednesday, 14 May 2014

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

Monday, 10 February 2014

Wednesday, 5 February 2014

Horizon

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

Órale



...las piedras rodando se encuentran!










































Wednesday, 15 January 2014

Sunday, 12 January 2014