Shot 68B

You will not be able to stay home, brother.

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Shot 69B

Bogotá D.C

Since I lost my camera about two weeks ago I decided to a buy a new and better one as soon as possible. Trips overseas or anywhere around might be the priority for me these days but trips without passions are like great landscapes and sights without a camera. Travelling is an all encompassing experience and as such I'll put buying a new camera over my trip so to get to my destination as I would like to. That's the logic.

It was a loss indeed but there was no sorrow or shame. Only great memories and acceptance. Besides, "La negra" was already getting somewhat rusty and slow, with a few scratches that couldn't be avoided. 

She used to like somehow my carelessness that in the best of cases could've been an unintended roughness. An open lack of tact from my part, basically. I'm clumsy by nature and my camera used to like that. A kind of reality between us used to appear when it came about walking at 3 am in any suburb, pissed, just her and I or with friends. Always at the verge of losing each other forever. 

An intimacy with a tool to express myself. A type of caring for a creative artefact. My camera was my confident for many, many years.

Whatever the case may be, as for her and my work with her, I've decided to count backwards on the posting area and give myself a deadline to get a new camera while at the same time keep posting old pics and counting back to Shot 0.

Buen viento y buena mar.
Vámonos.

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Shot 70

Beats at 2 am (as seen in The Paris Review).

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XD

Shot 69

I'm walking right out that door (and it'll be sweet).

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Shot 68

Katums

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Shot 67

You arrived (Llegaste).

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Shot 66

It's my bloody blog anyway...

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Shot 65

Taboguito ^^ (Nothing owed)

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Shot 64

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Shot 63

Back and front. (Central es más bacán). 

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Shot 62

For my camera that got stolen. And for her. And the new job and for writing, because it came right when it was needed. And for all the new things that are constantly coming.


For all times sake.


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Shot 61

I'm not an outsider.

(Charly Garcia)

I’ve just arrived,

I’m not an outsider.

I know this city,

It’s not like in the news

from there.

Two men in a bar

take each other’s hands.

Switch a tape recorder on

and dance a tango,

earnestly.

And I look at them without really wanting to.

I light a smoke to disguise,

I get to wonder

and start to think

that is not good to fish

twice with the same net.

I’ve just looked

the lights that pass.

I’ve just crossed

the city squares, the lines and the colour.

And I feel a familiar fragrance.

Someone approaches

and starts talking.

I get to wonder

and say “hi, what’s up,

let’s go fishing

twice with the same net.”

Unprejudiced are those to come.

And about those who are here I'm not concerned anymore.

The jailers of humanity

will never catch me

twice with the same net.

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No soy un extraño

(Charly García)

Acabo de llegar, no soy un extraño, 

conozco esta ciudad, no es como en los diarios, 

desde allá. 

Dos tipos en un bar, se toman las manos. 

Prenden un grabador y bailan un tango, de verdad. 

Y yo los miro sin querer mirar, 

enciendo un faso para despistar, 

me quedo piola y empiezo a pensar 

que no hay que pescar dos veces con la misma red. 

Acabo de mirar las luces que pasan ,

acabo de cruzar las plazas, las rayas y el color. 

Y siento un aroma poco familiar, 

alguien se acerca y comienza a hablar. 

Me quedo piola y digo qué tal, vamos a pescar 

dos veces con la misma red. 

Desprejuiciados son los que vendrán, 

y los que están ya no me importan más, 

los carceleros de la humanidad 

no me atraparán 

dos veces con la misma red.

Shot 60

Conversations kill.


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