and if this is not enough, more photos lurk in the archived months of february and march.

per vedere altre foto della spagna cercate nei mesi di febbraio e marzo dell'archivio.

agua y vida intersection, seville, and 7am sleepiness at the train station in cordoba. these are all photos i recently developed, it is the last batch from this amazing country, i promise i wont put up any more...

muddle of images here...
anyway this is all from the wonderful seville. oh my...

I finally figured out how to upload photos. anyway, here is cadiz boats and cadiz shoes, and some images from the feria de sevilla

omaggio a garcìa lorca

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pueblo blanco
espejo y luz
donde vì la cara
del tiempo
llorar
pueblo desnudo
yo te vì
despertarte
un dia
cuando el mundo
ya se acostaba
pueblo de nadie
hijo de tu verde casa
casa de tus verdes hijos
te descubrì
un dia
con tus huellas de moro
y tus paredes de sal
pueblo de nata y leche
que criaste los gitanos
y acogiste vagabundos
como yo
pueblo blanco
ya existìas
cuando todo
naciò

tomorrow there is departure.

there is some reggae mixing in migues room in malaga, javi and migue are prancing around happily and leroy is shaking his head so that his dreaded hair and beard are flipping water droplets. he sings us a song, and another.

tomorrow there will be letting go of hands and fingers and the white sun. and there will be transit once again.

amarillo jaune giallo yellow paintpots

la corbata roja

marta y franci

photo shoot with luis

and then after all that i came up with this...

jewish quarter in cordoba

escuchando flamenco regresando de cadiz

il cielo é puro, la temperatura di 35 gradi circa, il panorama fuori é fatto del movimento di questo treno, casine bianche e prati, e l´ondeggiare dei nostri riflessi. si passa per chiclana de la frontera. si ritorna a cordoba.

qualche ora dopo, seduta nel giardino della mezquita, ascolto un´orrenda musica kitsch anni 80 90 che mi ha spedito poco tempo fa mia sorella, e mi fa sorridere facendomi pensare ai miei 10-12 anni, pantaloni arena e frangette gonfie. l´aria si riempie di caldo e di un profumo dolciastro di fiori d´arancio, mura ocre e colonne bianche, mattoni che formano archi e decorazioni orientali.
colombe che boccheggiano in attesa di panini scartati da turisti inglesi e tedeschi con calzini e sandali. foglie verdi chiare trasparenti.

algunas veces esta bien de acuerdarse quien eres, de donde eres, donde vas, y que dia es.

sometimes its a good thing to remind yourself who you are, where you come from, where you are going, and what day it is.

jazzy cafe in cadiz with amazing basquiatish expo at the top. so great.

these are the nuns from the monastery in vejer, except they dont come out much so this is the only picture i could get. the arab influence in this place is overwhelming.

vejer de la frontera. this is the closest ive been to the african continent. except maybe israel. but anyway, there was a certain excitement upon seeing the coast of morocco from the roof of the whitewashed pension in the middle of the whitewashed pueblo of vejer. already i have gone on at length about the whitewashed tendencies of andalusia, but jesus this was insane. in the deep south of la provincia de cadiz there is an old man with a toothless grin with whom we speak at length on the roof, and his accent is almost incomprehensible but he is emanating happiness and kindness, like the majority of people from this part of the world

dead fishie

yay the bugs!