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The stone mirror of Uqbar
An image based on Jorge Luis Borges' short story: Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius where it is believe that the inhabitants of that land abhorred mirrors because they multiply the illusory universe.
Toledo in monochrome
The bricks and mortar of Toledo, its streets and a bridge.
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Early morning as the fog clears, Greenwich Park
Illimani: a waterfall in light and shade
The fast moving clouds danced around the foothills of the sacred mountain Illimani illuminating a majestic waterfall and a high altitude shelter hardly visible at the top of the waterfall.
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The Self - beheaded
I imagined my death this morning: In a car crash or by a bullet. I felt sorry for myself. I cried over my corpse for a while. Soon after I started talking of cows, of the government, of how expensive life is nowadays, And I felt better, a little bit good. I meant to tell you that I am really ill. As if without skin, hurt by the air around, wounded by the sun, by words, by dreams. An annoying devil has climbed on the back of my head and doesn't leve me alone. Ulcerous, rotten, I have to live crawling, on all fours, slowly, any way I can. [Jaime Sabines (1926-1999)]