luis h • • •
mobile photographer | daydreamer | light seeker
proving that the poetry of the earth is never dead
maracaibo, venezuela ➡ arcata, ca
that time when an american became venezuelan by heart and helped me tabling for my country. thank you so much @jackie.star07 for such a beautiful friendship!
that time when we created "amigos latinos" and started performing these songs in order to bring some joy to our international friends. thank you @tahiti987, @captain_angiee and everyone who danced with us! credit goes for our special recorder @jackie.star07
that time when i met the most amazing girls from indonesia and mozambique. love you and miss you so much!
rain or shine, i don't feel a thing, just some information upon my skin.
i miss the subtle aches when the weather changed, the barometric pressure we always blamed.
all i want is to flip a switch before something breaks that cannot be fixed.
i feel the earth shaking under my feet i feel the preassure building until i can't breathe.
our process implies our progress.
finally, there's a mountain beneath us. but up here our lungs fight against us.
we don't have to talk or think, just watch the sun as it sinks.
a paper boat to an open sea a world still separating you and me