Happy, weekend, lively hivers of the C/Weekends Week, it's nice to enjoy this Saturday looking to integrate myself in the afternoon, on the banks of the Orinoco river. It is my seduction, to be in this colossal adventure, by the abundance of the perspectives on that line that draws the magnitude of the horizon, on the backs of the steed of the sunset.
My ecstasy flows with the constant diversity of the chromatisms, how their forms and graphics evolve in the plethoric raptures. My fascination flies with the spectacularity of the radiant evening that refuses to leave. It paralyses time, it is a mandate of its beneficent natural order. On my phone's camera, I frantically search for all the points I need to capture the imagination of the day, which is leaving behind the hill of Cabruta, in the state of Guárico, in my Venezuelan nation.
The glass of the river is an immense mirror. I capture the worlds, solar systems and galaxies that are exposed, reflecting at the mercy of my camera to become sublime material for my photographic archive.
I am happy, I am consciously in love with what I do. I come when I feel the need to bathe with colour, with the colours in the patina of the water. It is the immense panorama that extrapolates my senses. I am moved by this flow, it is mine, and the flourishing of the afternoon.
I understand that my moment is transcendent to the immeasurable that enters my veins, my soul. Aesthetics and ethics are there in this visual of life.
I retreat, because the night is a magician who has strange intentions, I can expect any event, she is the owl who with her broad wings winnows her gaze on the shore. I enjoy the splendour form of the tree that remains inert, showing an immense and deep eye that wakes up with the opening of an eye. It is the eye of life that opens, announcing the future of the abundance of positive well-being for the pleasure of the fishermen who sail in their curiara on the watercolour of this canvas that exhibits the mare's back of freedom.
The light of my experiences is you. I am charged with your vibrant magnetism. I say goodbye to you. I turn in my journey to the west and there you are with him, awake, he is the vital eye, unloading his love to the children who bathe on the shore with your paradisiacal beauty. It is a beautiful afternoon charged with the revelry of joy that spreads intensely on the shore.
There you are, high in the sky, with your exquisite eye, watching how the Orinoco slowly grows.
Thus, I retreat, feeling your palpitation of immensity. The healing power of your vision heals the shore that is visited by the beautiful people of Caicara del Orinoco, Bolivar, Venezuela.
Grateful for showing the joy of the children and the protective gaze of the living eye of the afternoon.
Thank you for being and being in the abundance of the protective energy of the Saturday evening
REFERENCES: The photographic samples taken with my Realme Pro 7 phone are my property, with the support.
The translation is done with the Deepl app