Greetings, dear ones, hiver of C/Photography Lovers Street. It is an abundant pleasure to publish my evening experiences with the infinite light of the aural that moves permanently in the solar system.

The activity I carry out with my work plan is based on the collection of photographs to construct poems, prose and haikus. This execution inspires me fruitfully, through the contact with the landscape

Today my algorithm closes, walking behind the soft sunset on the Orinoco. I decide to look for another natural setting to search for new territory. The temperature is in the thirties. The slight turn of

The fisherman moves stealthily, in his canoe towards the distance, in search of prey. The fire in the sky roasts the mirror of the Orinoco. El pescador se desplaza sigilosamente, en su canoa hacia lo lejos,