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...protegiendo a su princesa.
Waiting for the bus... without any mp3 player, he walks with his own music.
I have two sisters... so similar, so different.
...maybe a different sky, but the moon is the same everywhere.
Mood is life in the desert... but sometimes it's not enough to live.
Speed in the oxide... last but fast.
... first moments as a driver, first rulers on the way, first feeling of freedom.
This is one of my favorite trees, it's an old algarrobo... unusual way to live, without water, alone and looking at the landscape so comfortably.
Sometimes, if you loose some pieces you can't see the complete puzzle. Old house, old dream.
It's sunday... but, it doesn't matter for someone.
When nobody look up she doesn't exist, when someone look up she desappears...
You can cross borders so easily in the imagination, you just need to close your eyes and breathe deeply with a smile, or look at the sky and see a toy airplane passing.
Mats will be a cold and dusty option, but it's the only chance for someone... when they don't have money and land, they just want to live in family.
The liberator and his desktop... 
The wind runs, winter keeps everyone at home... Huanchaco lies, waiting for the summer.
It was the first day of Peruvian Stepping Horse Festival. They enjoy sunshine, weather is cold nowadays, they are the winners in marinera dancing on horse.
It's a custom paint the house near celebrations of Independence Day, I guess this man is a little late for that!
Darknes calls silence, silence calls light, light calls faith...
" Sonando" was the play of a group of teenagers of a social project from Lima. Music, dancing, juggling were part of show, where the main theme was the education and the problems for developing.
It isn't a cementery... but the silence and the wind can recreate so many things in middle of the cactus. As if they walk direct the hill praying for their lifes.
She is here, we share the same world, we breath the same air... but she doesn't need
Lines of the history, too much for learning to our ancestors.
A little dog takes a walk besides letucce plantations, it's alone, but it looks so sure of knowing its route...
I know this pic isn't so good... but any image can describe all the magic, shades and colors of music, especially if it's a recital by Yo Yo Ma. Tonight I could fly! ...Mr. Ma played in Lima =)Sometimes, when you can't look to the past in the path of the present... the future is suggested in the horizon like a fire of hope.
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A veces, cuando ya no es posible mirar más al pasado en la ruta del presente... el futuro se insinua en la línea del horizonte como un incendio de esperanza.