Red lights, [Un acordeón en Palermo], Todo puede pasar, aún. Todo es posible. Todo pasa mas queriendo que sin querer. Estaciones con mendigos y guitarristas. Suena un Waltz en La Paz y el caribe en Rio, cántico de negros, alma blanca e impura. Cierro los ojos y me pierdo en América, a pesar de todo, de ti, de él y de todos nosotros, a pesar de la historia y de los hombres. The spirit from the north, the cherry-red spirit travelling through paradise.
Bogotá off the road 2004/2005
Iguazú falls. Argentinian and Brazilian side.
Rio de Janeiro and Sao Pablo.
(unfortunately it wasn't such a good idea to take my canon 400D to the streets of Rio, specially during carnaval, that explains my lack of photos) 
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A dreamer behind a camara, with dark brown soul windows, who lives at the country side of a land below the mighty seas... "Our lives don't really belong to us, you see -- they belong to the world, and in spite of our efforts to make sense of it, the world is a place beyond our understanding." -P.A
