Wednesday 30 December 2020
Wednesday 2 December 2020
Tuesday 1 December 2020
Sunday 29 November 2020
Saturday 28 November 2020
Thursday 26 November 2020
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
Friday 20 November 2020
Saturday 14 November 2020
Wednesday 11 November 2020
Wednesday 28 October 2020
Monday 26 October 2020
Tuesday 20 October 2020
Thursday 8 October 2020
Friday 2 October 2020
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
Monday 24 August 2020
Thursday 13 August 2020
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...
Me he nutrido del espejismo azul de sus contornos...
Saturday 8 August 2020
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