Wednesday, 25 November 2020

Marina Salazar de Borja (April 22, 1923 - Nov 25th 2007)


 One more time in which the permanent memory of her spirit comes back to me, to guide me and inspire my life. My mother Marina lives in my heart and soul.

Pictured here with my older brother Nelson and myself sometime during1952-53

Saturday, 26 September 2020

Beto Borja, In Memoriam


 Hoy regresa a mi mente un gran torrente de frases, expresiones, imágenes y memorias de mi hermano menor Beto Borja. Cada 26 de Septiembre lo extraño más y más. Con el amor de siempre.


La foto fue tomada en el parque de San Fernando en lo que debió ser 1956-57

Tuesday, 1 September 2020

Aquella Memoria que Existió...



6-7-89


Las noches sin ti
Las dedico a escuchar 
Una lenta música de aire europeo
A mirar la bruma bajo el puente
Otras, es la espumilla en el café
Humo de cigarrillo
Sábados sin rumbo

A veces el estío entra a solas por
La puerta del balcón sobre la tarde

Esta tarde que me dejaste en blanco
Para que la viviera a mi aire
Para que embadurnase los colores a mi antojo


Tuesday, 11 August 2020

Marina Turns Seventeen, Aug 12th - 2020


This image of my second daughter Marina embodies all that is to be expected from a photograph.
It is a record, plain and simple, of a time that was and continues to evolve rapidly.
Little do we know how it works until we see it accomplished outside of memory and how it exists on its own. Not only as a memory printed on paper but also as a confirmation that time as relentless and unforgiving, is also a repository of all that is wonderful in our lives.
My girl was about six years old when this shot was taken. Today she turns seventeen and I thank this little print and the image that lives in a negative for allowing me to view her again, from afar into the receding distance.
What she looked like in those days will remain forever in the surface of a small, beautifully crafted photographic print.

Sunday, 9 August 2020

Un Tipo Fuera de Foco...


                    Debo decir que soy un hombre al que atormentan los recuerdos
                    Debo decir también que nunca me he sentido solo
                    Porque siempre he estado enamorado de la luna
                    Me he nutrido del espejismo azul de sus contornos... 

Man In Search of an Image