Primordial memories

Atardecer en el valle Villa de Leyva, Boyacá, Colombia
Sundown in the valley         Villa de Leyva, Boyacá, Colombia

After a while, he would come back down laughing, and then, he would settle comfortably on one of the first lower branches of that pine tree; the branch polished to a fine finish from so much wear.

El represo Alegría, Usulután, El Salvador
The damn           Alegría, Usulután, El Salvador

It was a huge bough, precisely his favourite one, where he would swing from his legs, with his head dangling downwards. From there he would on occasion intervene in his parent’s quiet conversation.

El columpio Chalchuapa, Santa Ana, El Salvador
The wing           Chalchuapa, Santa Ana, El Salvador

However, on the majority of the times, this little boy could be observed as he hung from the branch (perhaps, deep down inside, the answer to the primordial instincts passed on by this ancestral forefathers, the tree dwellers, for it has been just so natural in him). He hung with his strong legs or simply with both or one hand, while he cheerfully balanced himself, swing to and fro.


 

El jardín Palermo, Buenos Aires, Argentina
The garden          Palermo, Buenos Aires, Argentina

 

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The delicious tamales from the farm

She was the sorceress of the altars in the kitchen


En la finca Supía, Caldas, Colombia
At the farm        Supía, Caldas, Colombia

Magnifico’s mother never agreed to keep pigs at the farm. At least once a month, she would dedicate herself fully to the making tamales (steamed corn meal rolls filled with pork and spices). For the tamale fillings she preferred to buy a piglet from her neighbours, who had their farm on the other side of the hill and towards the village. They knew her well after many years as neighbours, so they would kill the piglet the same day, and early in the morning, they delivered the carved meat, just as she preferred.

Vista del valle Supía, Caldas, Colombia
View of the valley           Supía, Caldas, Colombia

For the rest of the chores, she knew her way around, perfectly well. Between the vegetable patch, the orchard, and the greenhouse, there was an abundance of fresh vegetables and spices at her disposal to prepare the delicious tamales. As far as the corn was concerned, she would gather it a few days before, taking care to pick the most tender ears in the patch. After she would grind it in the mill, behind the kitchen, where she would also would prepare the corn dough.

Style           Tupungato, Mendoza, Argentina

She knew exactly how to season the meat so delectably, with the fresh herbs and vegetables that she had barely gathered a few hours before. Finally, she would wrap the rolls in the corn leaves that she kept tied up in bundles in her pantry.


 

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Talking about horses

Not even the horoscopes for that such a particular week could have foretold what was about to occur.


La hermanita Marroquí Calles de Ibarra, Imbabura, EcuadorThe emotion         The streets at Ibarra, Imbabura, Ecuador


“Are they from Morocco?” Oscar asked. After which they all laughed cheerfully.
Gabriel began to explain: “No, they’re more like your country folk, they come from your land. What happens is that their last name is Marroqui, but they are more Colombian than the arepas themselves!”


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The parade          The streets at  Ibarra, Imbabura, Ecuador


 

“From Colombia, now how can that be?” feeling as happy, as intrigued to learn that more Colombians worked in the circus.

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Horizon          Tarabuco, Sucre, Bolivia


 

“Sure man, they originally come from Cali. The elder sister will be your main customer. She takes care of all the programs related to the horses. If you only knew how they adore her! Besides, she is our best rider. She actually knows how to talk with them…”


 

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His own Boss

And the first thing he learned in this world was the art of obedience.


 

En el valle de la longevidad Vilcabamba, Loja, Ecuador
In the valley of longevity          Vilcabamba, Loja, Ecuador

 

“For the time being, I am quite content just by getting to discover the world,” Oscar remarked. “Now, I have been working for more than thirty months and in different parts of Ecuador. All this time, I have learned quite a few new things. I feel that every person I have run into has left a lesson behind for me; and what’s more, they each have left an important part of their own self in me.”


Jefe de sí mismo Parque Lezama, San Telmo, Buenos Aires, Argentina
Boss of his-self          Lezama Park, San Telmo, Buenos Aires, Argentina

 

«“At the moment, I have no destination, no plan and no course to steer towards. I don’t even have a dog to bark at me when I get home, my dear Gabriel. But undoubtedly, I have learned the art of being my own Boss.


 

Vivir sin fronteras Yunguyo, Provincia de Yunguyo, Perú
To live without borders           Yunguyo, Yunguyo Province, Perú

 

I may never settle down, just like the very occasional mails I get from my mother ask me to do,” he commented on that night, while they enjoyed a bottle of an excellent Chilean red wine.


 

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When am I going to die, momma?

When am I going to die, momma? Oh, my child… what would you say, if I told you that for you darling, it’s going to take a long time!


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Walkabout          Route 9, Jujuy, Argentina


The years go by; like the mileposts on the highway, they turn into a succession, which ‒passing right in front of us‒ we eventually we cease to perceive.


Dusk Barranco, Lima, Perú
Dusk           Barranco, Lima, Perú

On arriving to a distant point on the road, it becomes totally valid to turn our sight back and ask ourselves, how we arrived so rapidly all the way up there.


Zarpando Capurgana, El Chocó, Colombia
And away            Capurganá, El Chocó, Colombia

I see our dreams and yearnings. I see our fears and our concerns. I see our doubts. In my mind I see all that and more: Oh, courageous seafarers who dared to sail the seas of Life.


 

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One last dance b

The bad ones never die, momma?

The bad ones never die, momma? They die darling, only they they’re so busy with their wrongdoing, they take longer.


 

La calle 45 Bucaramanga, Santander, Colombia
45th Street          Bucaramanga, Santander, Colombia

 

Without any doubt, Bucaramanga’s traditional cemetery is the Central Cemetery. The main access to the cemetery is on 45th street. And it’s a portal with a lively canary-yellow façade, decorated with white ledges. To the center is the main access in an arc form. Overhead is a domed structure, where there´s a small chapel to say farewell to the recently deceased, rest in peace. You could actually say the entry is more amiable than gloomy.


 

Con vista a la quebrada Uquía, Jujuy, Argentina
With a view          Uquía, Jujuy, Argentina

The rain had intensified when they came out of the building to board the small bus parked on 41st Street. The school was in a nice neighborhood of the city, in which, many of the houses and the buildings held a singular beauty, loaded with history.


Una dedicatoria Sololá, Departamento de Sololá, Guatemala,
Dedicated to          Sololá, Departamento de Sololá, Guatemala,

 This was the scenery that watched them grow in their ages, and also, in their dreams.


One last dance b

One last dance         San Cristóbal de las Casas, Chiapas, Mexico


 

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The most beautiful thing in the world

El taller Palermo, Buenos Aires, Argentina
The workshop          Palermo, Buenos Aires, Argentina

“You will find that the Universe is there, present, and right before your eyes.

La terraza La Boca, Buenos Aires, Argentina
The terrace           La Boca, Buenos Aires, Argentina

 

You will experiment the magic of life, enclosed in her smile,


En el jardín Jardín Botánico, Buenos Aires, Argentina
At the garden           Jardín Botánico, Buenos Aires, Argentina

 

and maybe like myself, you will not want to miss that Treasure, which represents the Utmost Beauty I have found in all my wanderings…”

 

“That smile, my Dearest Lady, is the most the most wonderful thing in this world!”


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And when she smiles

Calle de la Reconquista ciudad autónoma de Buenos Aires, Argentina
Reconquista Street           Autonomous City of Buenos Aires, Argentina

 

 

In this address that I’ve written down here, go in and ask for María.


La vía del ferrocarril ciudad autónoma de Buenos Aires, Argentina
Railroad tracks           Autonomous City of Buenos Aires, Argentina

 

Say hello to her, on my behalf

Fragata La Libertad puerto de Buenos Aires, Argentina
Fragata La Libertad         Port Autonomous City of Buenos Aires, Argentina

 

and you shall see that when she smiles everything is transformed.


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The most singular beauty

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View of the Amazon         Macas City, Morona.Santiago Province, Ecuador


 

“Ah, that is a very good question.


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The lakes          San Carlos de Bariloche, Río Negro Province, Argentina


. I’ll answer that what I have found, the most singular beauty in this world, may be so, but only for me,” he replied while he gazed at the crowd surrounding him.


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Sunset at the wharf         Bahía Blanca, Buenos Aires Province, Argentina


 

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The most treasured

El camino Juliaca, San Román, Perú

On the road          Highway to Juliaca, San Román, Perú


 

“Still, I always eventually recognized that though I had encountered indescribable beauty, and on so many occasions,


Llamas del lago Lago Titicaca, Puno, Perú
Llamas at the lake           Lake Titicaca, Puno, Perú

none of it all had enclosed all the necessary requirements, so as to indisputably affirm it was, indeed, the best of all, the most treasured.”


Cordillera andina carretera a Mendoza, Mendoza, Argentina
The Andes Chain           Highway to Mendoza, Mendoza, Argentina

 

Doña Eudalia was now close to the bar’s counter, the crowd surrounding the stranger opening a place for her. Simón with his eye on the details had already offered her a fresh, cold beer.


 

La quebrada Humahuaca, Jujuy Argentina
The canyon        Highway to Jujuy, Jujuy, Argentina

 

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