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Daniel Landa (Text) D.Landa / Sonia Garcia (Photos)
I think that diving is diving into a dream, everything is a lie, it is not possible such coordination algae and fish that do not touch, barracuda and anemones, of iridescent fins and silence, everything at once, as a marina owned.
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Daniel Landa (Text) D.Landa / Sonia Garcia (Photos)
"No histrionic parties, or motorcycle thugs, girls or selling a summer night, or beach bars. On the island of Santa Cruz just the sound of the waves and flutter Pelicans listening."
We were in the desert of Judea, in the month of July, visiting the oldest inhabited city in the world. Water gives life to fruit trees, trade, to the life, in this unbearable desert, where everything is sand and sun.
A giant Buddha barged between rice paddies. Nothing seemed to explain why precisely there emerged, a golden figure 92 meters high. In the shadow of the Buddha work daily farmers in the province of Ang Thong, overwhelmed by the dimensions of one of the 10 largest statues in the world.
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Daniel Landa (Text) D. Yeray Landa and Martin (Photos)
One tends to return to the happy face bobo places. Longing to return to Bangkok was distorted by those endless nights party, that youth who now longed to wander the neighborhood of Sukhumvit Road, 15 years after.
They have become accustomed to the tides, which makes them rowing home elsewhere, for fish underfoot. And so year after year, with wet feet so much leaving home, both walk and so few steps.
There are times when a man feels, Without remedy, overwhelmed. It happens with the death of others, with the announcement of a paternity, with a trip to the end of the world, with war, with an unmistakable love ... and it happens with the temples of Angkor.