Our senses are limited....Our memory is selective. Sometimes for our own sake, too.... Fragrances blown away, flavours washed aside.... razor blade guitar riffs grasping empty clubs` ceilings, sunsets swallowed by darkness.... Sparks in the eyes of a stranger bounce on our skin..... An experimental attempt to frame vanishing emotions .. before all those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain
29 June 2007
25 June 2007
Airshow people...or Airpeople show - Czech Republic
21 June 2007
Cuba - la isla del pueblo
Florida dreamin` (?)
Murales y Mujeres
Street fashion El senor pimento
Buena Vista Social Kids` Club
Melisa
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