Shot 67B

TO NEVER BE FORGOTTEN

From a lost time,

to this place, tonight it has come

a discovered memory to stay with me.

From a distant time

to this part, tonight it has come

another forbidden memory

forgotten in absent-mindedness.

Sentimentally, to cure it,

I am going to stay with you forever.

But  lately I might find you

while in the meantime I disguised myself within the crowd.

Sentimentally ours for now

is the wine that forgetfulness  has destroyed

and if the wind brings me back to your shores

it will be serenely asleep,
it will be serenely asleep.

From a distant time,

to this place, lost it has come,

without knocking at my door,

snooping memory.

From a forgotten time

a wet memory has come

of an afternoon of drizzle within your entangled  hair.

As in every time when the roles change

I am going to fall asleep on your waist

and if I awaken by the pompous day

let me stay a bit in your heights.

Why counting the time that is left?

Why counting the time that has gone?

If living is a gift and a present,

half open, half asleep

half awake, half asleep.

I just know I don’t know anything about your life.

I just hung one time in the past.

I presented my credentials to your smile

and you thrust a dagger on my flank.

I can see now I didn’t let you play with fire,

we just whispered things to each other’s ears.

And if one morning I shall find you

It will be possible, it will be asleep

It will be possible, it will be asleep.

And if one morning I shall find you

It will be possible, it will be asleep

It will be possible, it will be asleep.

While you watch

Shot 68B

You will not be able to stay home, brother.

While you watch.

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.

While you watch.

Shot 70

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

While you watch


XD

Shot 69

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

While you watch.

Shot 68

Katums

While you watch.

Shot 67

You arrived (Llegaste).

While you watch.