Photographic surrealism
Goethe said, in my opinion the maximum representative of German romanticism, that from top to bottom and from bottom to top, the memories must always end up being found.
This reflection is generally very timely for me, every time my traveling impetus encourages me to put into practice that wise advice of road and blanket and throwing myself onto the roads –which for something in all or almost all, always encourages the fireproof spirit of a Don Quixote-recalo in places whose light, beauty and harmony make me feel little less than master of the labyrinth.
Labyrinth was –and continues to be, by the way- like Jorge Luis Borges –who knows if finding inspiration in a metaphysical tango- considered memory as a primordial and unique place, as this one that I show you, in which that one also converges Borgo's idea of continuous equality, where yesterday is the still and also the still.
And it is that, in that metaphorical Tower of Babel, which is basically existence, even churras and merinas can seem suggestively beautiful, depending on the color of the glass with which we look at them.
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