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A Place in the World

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A Yankee ship in Havana

The afternoon before his arrival there were families looking at the horizon. Do you know if the Yankee ship arrives today?, I asked two couples that I noticed that they did nothing for a few minutes other than watch the coming and going of the waves. "We are waiting for that, let it arrive", they replied with a half smile. And I looked at his side, for a few minutes, that Havana sea from which Cuban joy hangs in some sadness, on the go and in sinking bodies trying to find some freedom.
byJavier Brandoli
9 May, 2016

Guachochi: foreshortened beauty

In Guachochi the terrain is high plateau. We went out to see a community of Tarahumara Indians and the pine forests followed one another with the threat of some water path that could divide the cruel from the human. In the community we find a hard life, poor and full of cultural nuances of the raramuri, one of those peoples that understands the world from the other side of the mirror.
byJavier Brandoli
25 April, 2016

Monarch butterflies

In a creek, surrounded by pine forests and milkweed, descending a path of dirt and rock. First are shadows, invisible flaps, motion without sound. Then they appear in a group, some, stirring the air. Finally, Where the heat and food abound they appear by the thousands, by tens of thousands to millions. Monarch butterflies, in Sierra Chincua, Michoacán, Mexico. Nature without fences or borders. From Canada to Mexico, alien to the rules of man.
byJavier Brandoli
2 March, 2016

The old book "cemeteries" of Mexico City

When the teenage uncle Nicolas, almost 90 years, started buying used books by Tepito, one of the most marginal neighborhoods in Mexico City, and his mother asked him one morning what he planned to do with so much paper accumulated between the narrow walls of his house, did not imagine that almost 100 Years later his family would accumulate millions of second-hand works in "cemeteries."" alive where manuscripts wait for decades, spilled on the floor or accumulated on huge shelves, someone give them life
byJavier Brandoli
11 February, 2016

The story of Las Vegas (In)

An oriental American fifties was my opponent. Beside me, a fat guy with a cap and two hands with ten fingers six hundred grams each would witness. I changed 100 U.S. dollars. She began to letters. Everything went very fast. The fat guy on my side asked for a beer. I ordered two napkins and water to wipe one coffee stain. He looked at me wistfully, like my coffee disturb his beer. I did. I was ashamed.
byJavier Brandoli
2 Oct., 2015

Tulum turtles

Nobody has explained to them that some ruins should not become a flea market because the politician who must decide to kick them out lives on their votes and the tourist is always a passing bird that perhaps, in the worst case, Make a criticism on your travel blog that your brothers have not confessed that they do not read it either.
byJavier Brandoli
9 September, 2015

Kruger: shattered the night sky

Suddenly, I felt the wind on his face shaking. He got a smell of wet earth, calving ground for, a night sky torn. I noticed in the distance were some rays. They seemed lost, distant, unattainable. Soon it was also the sound. You could hear the thunder from the horizon. He quickly became far closer. The rain began to unload with force. The air was heavy with the smell of entrails. And suddenly, in the midst of those hard days, difficult, occurred sublime, magic.
byJavier Brandoli
17 June, 2015

Route through unknown Rome

But out of all that universe that is the center of the Italian capital, there is another Rome that is unknown to tourists. Live at a lower rate, sometimes even the miracle of lack of noise occurs. Close, sometimes it can be conquered on foot and sometimes a car is necessary, Silently emerges next to the great Rome and becomes a whim, in beauty and rest.
byJavier Brandoli
3 June, 2015
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