Jumping...

Sometimes, I missed chilhood freedom...
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A veces, extraño la libertad de la niñez...

Waiting for...

This little bird was standing in an old column, it was hurt, with the broken wing, a child wounded when he was testing the aim with a stone... she was waiting for, for starting the flight to its home or to eternity.
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Esta avecita estaba parada en una vieja columna del muelle antiguo, ella tenía el ala rota, un niño la hirió cuando probaba punteria con una piedra... ella esperaba emprender vuelo hacia su hogar o hacia la eternidad.

Fisher...girl

Oftenly, you can see people fishing in Huanchaco, the most of them are men... in this case, i got surprise when I saw this old women fishing so calm and with a touch of luck too.

My dear Huanchaco

... it's autumm now, less people around the beach but the sun is still here :)