The Magic of the Cities.
Zen promotes the rediscovery of the obvious, which is so often lost in its familiarity and simplicity. It sees the miraculous in the common and magic in our everyday surroundings. When we are not rushed, and our minds are unclouded by conceptualizations, a veil will sometimes drop, introducing the viewer to a world unseen since childhood. ~ John Greer
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Paris On The Run
Friday, May 28, 2010
Evening Freeway
Viaducto M. Aleman |
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Sunday Walk
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Monday, May 24, 2010
Steps into the light
La Casa del Torno / The House of The Winch |
Cuernavaca is the capital and largest city of the Mexican state of Morelos. Established at the archeological site of Gualupita I by the Olmecs, "the mother culture" of Mesoamerica, approximately 3200 years ago. It is also a municipality located about 85 km (53 mi) south of Mexico City on the D-95 freeway.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Street Cross
Street offering to a death people. |
Cross
Something is left
Over the warmest distances
On all the roads
there was blood from my feathers
As I tried to gather them
I saw that there were many
It is not Christ who went by
As slowly as the hours of the East
My cross did not burden my back
Nor does it fly above the roofs
THERE WERE RED SPECKS IN THE MEADOWS
My wingless cross was on my chest
And has never wished to close its eyes
A bird burns in the setting sun
The things we have forgotten
Gazing lifewards
I have seen my cigarette
smoking in the warmest distances.
From:
ARCTIC POEMS
VICENTE HUIDOBRO
Translation by Ian Barnett
Cruz
Algo se ha quedado
Sobre las más tibias lejanías
En todas las rutas
había sangre de mis plumas
Al querer recogerlas
he visto que eran muchas
No es el Cristo que ha pasado
Lento como las horas del Oriente
Mi cruz no cargó mis espaldas
Ni vuela sobre los techos
EN LA CAMPIÑA HABÍA PUNTOS ROJOS
Mi cruz sin alas iba en mi pecho
Y no ha querido nunca cerrar los ojos
Un pájaro se quema en el ocaso
Cuántas cosas hemos olvidado
Mirando hacia la vida
He visto mi cigarro
que humea en las más tibias lejanías.
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