Sunday, 5 June 2011

Between Tunja and Duitama, Boyacá

Coming out of the slumber and the moving inward kaleidoscope on the opposite seat, I open my eyes, and there they are; touched by a beautiful light as the landscape (here we go again) rolls indifferent out in the real world. The camera tries to see what the young man dreams. The light his only witness to those dreams. This time for real.

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