JOHANES JAY JAY I recover the memories of the african cities, i do it clossing the pages of my misseries lived in the capital city. And today id like to pull the veil of the sweet face, and see the bitter and sad face of the misery, when you leave behind the luminosity of the […]
More than 20 years ago, I found myself in a little and pretty town in the north of this wonderful country that´s Chile, with it white church and the friendly indigenous people, In this time they didn´t have electricity power, didn´t have hostels or travel agencies, and nature seemed to be much more authentic and […]
The Trade winds Again leaving Panama it was this kind of acceptation that too often we don’t like, first of all, the goodbyes, this terrible feeling that arrives when we don’t really want, even though we always know that it will, those very short space of time that allow you to live or revival everything […]
CHE BOLUDO. Wet your feet in its sand and get into this land traveler… and drink this poison that has the good people, if there’s something that chain you or stays inside you… when you leaving here take with you this landscape and this Cafayate´s sky. Jose Rios (poet) Hi, after many surprises […]
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Last days in Moab went to fast, as fast as this weather that brings the cold, the cold that penetrate you like it was a sharp knive, sky turns to a dark grey color, people´s become much more sensitive, it´s this fight against the titanic feeling of accepting those short days with out sun light, those days that we try so hard to warm up with big dreams that help us to see further, eventhough we just want to go till there we feel good, and nothing else.