November 18th, 2015 5:44pm

Her curly hair went all the way to her wais, probably even below, it was dark but she had dyied it red several times before so as the sun was setting beyond the fields of corn and some surviving pine trees down in the valley,on her left side shimmers of red could be distinguished floating along her head.

She carried a couple of tote bags on her left shoulder, they remained in place as she held a big chunk of hair tight while passing the brush vigorously at the bottom part that was loose.

Her eyes were fixed in the ground but it was evident she was paying no attention her mind wandered away, se moved fast onwards, as cars passed her by in the highway, blowing her undone curls in the air. 

She knew where she was heading to, and the side of the road was as rutinary as any other sidewalk for the rest of men.

July 31st, 2015 1:00pm

With its gray marble floors, cream walls and signals still with their rounded corners and washed solid colors. Mexico city’s subway stations are a space where time never passed by. There, it is forever 1968.

There is a tunnel to go under the tracks out into the other side of the street, or into the other direction of the line. An empty escalator goes forever up as we descended on the stairs, acompanied only by the sound of a bicycle chime being activated again and again, “chin chin chin”. A woman wearing her official cleaning service uniform in orange and gray (like the subway’s colors), with a low, long ponytail kept up by a black scrunchy walks in front of us anxiously holding her hands to her chest and looking from side to side, she is not fleeting, she is just, well anxious.

The chime keeps on filling the hallway “chin, chin, chin” in which steps are barely audible from our’s and the woma’s plastic soles. As we reach the other side an old person is sleeping. Also wearing the cleaning service uniform with his grayed head in between his or her arms restinting over his legs at the top of the stair case. Only the four of us populate this lonely wide space meant to give way to hundreds of chilangos at a time. We turn left at the top and the long haired woman disapears into another lonely hallway finally gaining confidence to glimpse back at us. We move forward, turn right and climb a final staircase, flanked by a group of subway vendors talking to each other, into the noisy street. Its Friday so people drink “Dos Equis” in the street and listen to cumbia as loud as possible at the taco stand.

May 25th, 2015 7:48pm

A trailer with a red cabin and white box with the sunset sun shining right on it, riding downhill in the distance amongst greenish hills under a blue sky filled with fluffy small clouds. As the trailer hid behind the last hill a flock of white big birds flew on the opposite direction, far away.

March 13th, 2015 9:17pm

After three days of cold gray weather the sun came out. Sky was bright and clouds danced through the sky making all sorts of shapes as a fresh wind blew south.

At dawn there were no clouds except for some fine lines in the horizon all painted in every tone of orange and pink from that point sky went from deep orange, to yellow to light blue, to blue, to deep blue.  Swallows flew high above tree tops which seemed like shadow puppets marking their presence againts the multicolored sky, then they gave great dives and flew back up in swirls as they hunted for mosquitoes.

Right on top of the scene just where blue was turning into black the first star shined bright and white. We are 8 days away from spring.

March 9th, 2015 11:57pm

A warm almost-spring quiet night in a Santa Tere street. The repetitive notes of someone rehearsing a piano chord come dancing down from an open window in an old pink house.

February 20th, 2015 9:27pm

The airport at night, Mozart’s Concerto No.3 in G Major in my earphones as airplanes are slowly dragged out of the terminal onto the runway while others land softly in the background.

February 10th, 2015 6:36pm

A large building was tared down. It was more of a wide than a tall building so lots of land was covered with debris afterwards. The building stood besides a large avenue in the city just I’m front of a pedestrian crossing bridge, so if you walked over said brings you could before see the huge sealing, now there was just dirt and rocks, and a small small shack with a tiled roof and a bugambelea growing besides the from door. Just in the afternoon as the sun was setting and everything looked a tad orange a man came out of the shack took a broom and uselessly(everything was dirt) started to swipe the floor in what would constitute his front yard. The flowers swayed in the wind as cars rushed bak and forth and the,mouse of honking and bus engines filled the sense. This shirtless man seemed like a projecting being transmitted from a little tropical town by the see onto a sad debris filled urban landscape.

February 10th, 2015 6:28pm

Three homeless kids lying on the ground covered up in all sorts of thick and thin rags leaning towards an old building around midnight in Mexico City’s downtown streets staring at a tv set on the edge of the sidewalk where a documentary of artic wolves was on the local channel.

February 7th, 2015 2:49pm

During rush hour “sin ti” by Los panchos resounds in the train when a gush of wind flies a thousand bubbles amongst people heads, some sticking onto hair and clothes, other flying by make the metro train a melancholic party of magic unburstable bubbles.

January 14th, 2015 1:39pm

Ceiba trees have some of the most beautiful and interesting seeds. They are wrapped up in a cotton-like bunddle that, when realesed from the tree, sends tens of hundreds of seeds armed with an airy parachute to fly away.

Today the sky is completelly blue and sun is shinning bright, a Ceiba tree seed flew by my window, it came closer and as I moved to put my head out it flew back, danced for a few seconds in the same spot and then flew away.

Spring is coming

December 19th, 2014 2:52pm

The matinee started at 12 , but we didn´t got into the showing room until 12:10 in the exact moment when the actor was walking down a hall and we could see the back of his head in all the tones of grey while an old waltzy tune filled both the room he was in, and the one we were getting into. A black and white movie in the middle of the day.

December 19th, 2014 2:49pm

Two planes crossing their paths in the sky and leaving behing a gigantic X. A sign above the town to remind us all of those perfect, sincronized moments that shall never come back. A perpendicular line.

November 24th, 2014 6:36pm

43 faces were printed and pasted on a wide cardboard, hung on the fence protecting the local government building. The faces of 43 students that went missing in a faraway town after they confronted what has been told to be a night of violence and terror. 

The wide cardboard was hung there after some hundred people marched to show their discontent with that violent act, and the fact that the local and national governments hadn´t been able to respond, and its been more than a month since they went missing.

Day of the death had just passed so in the public park there were some catrinas and altars for the dead decorating the landscape all those 43 faces were looking towards.

Since it was a weekend, passer-bys walked in front of the cardboard and stoped to look at some other signs hanging besides it. Signs speaking of unfairness, tyresome, demands for justice. All those words screaming at them, asking for their attention, for 5minutes of their thoughts.

Amongst those walk-byers there was a little girl, not much older than 10 years old. She stood in front of the faces and with ther arm in the air pointing at the 43 faces counted them, after finishing the count she just stood there looking at them. And then she walked towards the other cardboards and read their words.

All of a suden a woman shouted: Fernanda! a lady that minutes before was offering me handmade earings. No more than 10earings hung from a handkerchief sold at 10 pesos each.

I politelly refused and she walked away, but before she did she called out her little girl who was not that happy to leave that site where she was trying to understand what those 43 faces talked about.

Those 43 faces are the faces of 43 students who were preparing themselves to be teachers, rural teachers. To go out and give young kids in rural Mexico the tools needed to get into university and “prepare” themselves for the future, to overcome poverty and hence have families that are built outside of the poverty lines.

They were chased and killed, for dreaming of another world. Fernanda stood there wondering if that world existed, somewhere, where her mom didn´t sold 10 pesos earings in the plaza for a living.

November 4th, 2014 10:47am

A flock of pigeons flying in endless loops and circles above red roof-toped houses seen from the window of a tall building where a very serious business meeting is taking place, while a dog barks way down in some home

August 31st, 2014 5:52pm

An old man carrying a big square Luis Vuitton leather suitcase at the airport. He was wearing a cream colored suit, a blue button up shirt and light brown leather shoes. His hair was white and scarce, but perfectly arranged. And while he stood for a few seconds in front of the screens showing the bording gates for the flights other travelers walked pass him wearing sneakers, track suits and jeans. Time stood still and paid respect to his ceremony and elegance.

August 16th, 2014 5:11pm

This was heart breaking for me, but I really don`t want to let it slip my mind:

A young boy, clearlly borned and raised in an indigenous family carring three bags of fruits down the street offering whatever he got to the paasers-by suddenly stoped just where a house’s wall ended and a construction site fence begined, he approached the crack between the two and peeked inside. From afar you could se his left hand bended to keep the fence out of the way and his right hand hanging behind with holding the bags with fruits inside. As I approached the scene I could see the construction site was deep beneath the street level and at least 80 men were working in there.

For kids who grow up in an impoverished indigenous family the future is far from promising, being construction worker is one of the  most probable jobs.

It was as if he was looking down at his future.

August 16th, 2014 5:01pm

Two identical grey vest, long gray skirt, white button up shirt, boyish black hair looking novices walking side by side through a tightly tree-covered sidewalk whispering prayers.