The abstract thing is not single the design, as for me it is to manage to get to touch the abstract thing of each human being, although it is in small measurement whit this humble shots.

With to traverse of the time the photography loses the real sense and likewise many people stop understanding the original sense of the photo replacing it by other very superficial factors it is really sad.

The beautiful of the photography and the relation becomes intimate with the person is that apart from transmitting an image it is supposed that these announcing who you are that you feel and that this happening in your mind in this moment and every just person for a simple photography

The photography is a present fragment of the own life and likewise we announce ourselves

I am only one illusion of this abstrakt system of nothing ?.

A good point of serious item modifies our past

If you believe in the magic I assure him that it exists only one that is the powerful and effective mas since any magic (be White, Black or other types of tones) always is returned (This is the law) that one is a love. www.flickr.com/photos/abstraktsistenopotesiamacroma/35471...

There is an idea of me, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me. Only an entity, something illusory. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip

When the sky wants to save us, it protects us with love

( Lao Tse, Tao Te King).

The desire to the foreign thing is a temptation to the power, the power corrompe and changes the persons almost of into life if they do not learn what is to take something without being dominated by it to dominate mercilessly.

Only the music can speak about the death .

Do they dream the androids of electronic sheeps?.

The reality tends to eliminate, then, nothing is real and everything is possible.

The nostalgic is founded in perpetuating the music, the pace, it that dictates the way of being experienced alive.

is Du silence avant toute chose, et toute le reste est musique ..... moderniste.

My name, my face, all that that me does not belong, I give it as forage to the insatiable public, share my truth with my people.

I do not live in the surface, my mansion this deep more, the misunderstanding does not come of my: I have to conceal nothing, if not to where I go with whom I go.

My part of the work is to assume my freedom, I say it to end that afterwards nobody should amaze: It will Fight until they recognize me alive.

In the future we will have such poets! When the infinite servitude breaks

Of the woman, alive when for her and for her, when

Man, till now abominable, has given him the reference,

Also she great poet! The woman is going to discover his finds in

The unknown thing! They have his different worlds from ideas of

Ou He was finding strange, bottomless, disgusting things,

Delicious; we will take them, will understand(include) them.

Up to the sight.

A. Rimbaud.

(= UHM =) ?¿.

I no have ego , i am only human what love the Love and the Innocence in one

world of progres, dead ,and so much interest for the money, wear the hope¿ wear the sanity? , wear the real life? , you see what the reality disappears in this moments ¿? , go for the mountains and discovery your soul.

Hiroshima, auschwitz, sarajevo, berlin, camboya, laos, bagdad, chernobyl, vietnam, garden balsam, chiapas, the snare, belfast, apartheid, the savior, sikhs, talibanes, Semites, Palestinians, siouxs, tutsis, gypsies, Slavs, Kurds, Bavarians, Mapuche, bosnios, Muslims, chechenios, shiitas, is enough for hatred

i love very much my dear son Nicolas (= ¡¡¡¡.

De todas maneras la poesia en castellano es mucho mas bella que la escrita en otros idiomas a los cuales les faltan muchos toques y detalles que logran una falta de delicadeza en las lineas. (=