This one is small but fills me with delite. Today I finished my 5km course around the neighborhood in 1/2 hr with Hanna, half power walked half jogged. Im very proud of myself, havent done this peacefully for more than a year (last time was horrible and injuring). My left thigh still feels a little stiff cause of injuy and theright knee hurt from time to time buuuut...im high high...oh yeah I feel the relapse...
marzo 04, 2008
Achievements...

"Victory is sweetest when you've known defeat" -Malcolm S. Forbes
"It's your aptitude, not just your attitude that determines your ultimate altitude."-Zig Ziglar
These are for my dear friend Octavio who just had his PhD's examinations. Well done! You know I'll always always believe in you! The view must be deliteful, specially if you had a hard hike...however there's still some more steps to the top. Best wishes and a place in my heart and mind forever!
febrero 29, 2008
Follow the light
“Mere colour, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways.” -Oscar Wild
Took this shot some time ago at CeNArt. I was planning a B&W shot and ended up with the opossite...did some simple editing on it...Really like the outcome.
Life is made of contrasts, I believe we define most of our situations by contrasting them with other's, with other moments, with our mind contents....endless possiblilities. Femenine masculine, light darkness, up down...hello goodbye? jajaja
Life is made of contrasts, I believe we define most of our situations by contrasting them with other's, with other moments, with our mind contents....endless possiblilities. Femenine masculine, light darkness, up down...hello goodbye? jajaja
febrero 28, 2008
¿Dónde?
¿Me extravié en la fiebre?
¿Detrás de las sonrisas?
¿Entre los alfileres?
¿En la duda?
¿En el rezo?
¿En medio de la herrumbe?
¿Asomado a la angustia,
al engaño,
a lo verde?...
No estaba junto al llanto,
junto a lo despiadado,
por encima del asco,
adherido a la ausencia,
mezclado a la ceniza,
al horror,
al delirio.
No estaba con mi sombra,
no estaba con mis gestos,
más allá de las normas,
más allá del misterio,
en el fondo del sueño,
del eco,
del olvido.
No estaba.
¡Estoy seguro!
No estaba.
Me he perdido.
-Oliverio Girondo
Photo: Foam-me/ mine
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