Andando

Ojalá Dios / Hoffentlich Gott / Hopefully God

"In my defence, what is there to say? We destroy the love, it's our way. We never listen enough, never face the truth. Then like a passing song, love is here and then it's gone." In my Defence, Freddie Mercury

"The sky could be blue, could be grey, without you I’m just miles away. The sky could be blue, I don’t mind, without you it’s a waste of time" Strawberry Swing, Coldplay

die Architektur des Gedächtnisses / la arquitectura de la memoria / the architecture of memory

This   picture   is inspired by this   incredible shot of Garry Semetka

"You're just playing a part. You're playing a part. And there's no time t o analyse" Analyse, The Eraser, Thom Yorke

ich würde gern etwas schreiben, wo die Schönheit sich verschwinden könnte, und manchmal sich erscheinen

"Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box, they tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe" Across The Universe, The Beatles

"Man and his problems, his world, his anxieties. Ordinary life is also full of the fantastic. Life itself is a fantastic phenomenon. Fyodor Dostoievsky knew it well. That's why I want to focus on life itself — everyday, ordinary. Because within it anything can happen" Andrei Tarkovsky en The Tolstoy Complex ( English retranslation by Jan at Nostalghia.com ) (esta fotografía es sólo un intento de imitación - su origen lo pueden ver aquí)

manchmal sind die Texte Wege, manchmal Landschaften, manchmal Nachtwälder / a veces los textos son caminos, a veces paisajes, a veces bosques nocturnos / sometimes the texts are ways, sometimes a landscape, sometimes night forests

Das Unerwartete zu erwarten / esperar lo inesperado / await the unexpected

"We take what's dead, and breathe life in; and move like knives through scars on land" Kings of Convenience. Declaration of dependance

"Los dioses no castigan la búsqueda de la felicidad, sino la ambición de forjarla con nuestras propias manos. Sólo es lícito el anhelo de lo gratuito, de lo que no depende en nada de nosotros. Simple huella de un ángel que se posa un instante sobre el polvo de nuestro corazón" Nicolás Gómez Dávila, Escolios.