Colorful Awakening

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The day dawned cold but the birds awaken in the morning are already out and about, colorfully filling the corners of the morning with their grace and pirouettes
listening to the footsteps of the early risers
trekking through the streets of the city on their way to daily affairs of the jour. 

My Hair In The Chopping Block

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The room was suddenly quiet, barely there, in completely stillness. There was a gaze in the air. It was thin, piercing, echoing the calmness before a huge storm. Coughing no one dare to flare. Crappy conversations were not heard. Gossip barred in the interim. Hairdryer blasting only heard in the next door. No water running. No empty field to fly to. There was just a vacuum in the corner and that’s all I saw. She waited for me to say something, a word perhaps but I wouldn’t. I was just there, staring, numb, livid, eyes red. No one dared to say a thing. No one dared to ask. No one dared not to be silent. Dejected, my soul left me momentarily, freezing for a split second in space. 

Kaleidoscope of Life Stories

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I have been away for a while, mending a kaleidoscope of life stories and now that I am kinda, sort of, back, what better way to depict them then with these pictures of my 2012 visit to Wynwood Art District in Miami. Yes, it is not Thursday for Throwback Thursday (TBT) but it has been one interesting striped journey.

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RUN

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STRIKE THAT POSE

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DANCE

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BAILARINA?!

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YOGA POSE?!

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Dale a tu cuerpo alegria, Macarena, Hey MACARENA!

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OPERA it wasn’t, GOODBYE perhaps?!

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THE END