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| Date | Fernando 's Text | Rafael 's Text |
| Sunday, May 11, 2008 | Many times we see what already had vanished... | Light for sale. Santiago, Chile |
| Saturday, May 10, 2008 | We prepare ourselves for the best... | Vamps |
| Thursday, May 08, 2008 | After examining in depth the floor in which she found herself, she decided to fly. | Bee |
| Tuesday, May 06, 2008 | In earth and fire tones, the soft words reached the hearts of the people | Gaudi's balcony |
| Monday, May 05, 2008 | The joy came from within and I got surprised because it did not correspond to any external stimuli. | Citroen 2CV. Last for ever. Saladillo. Andes mountains |
| Tuesday, April 29, 2008 | A big heart full of harmonious words and profound intimations | Patricia. Valle del Encanto, Chile |
| Thursday, April 24, 2008 | The instable equilibrium was hard to conceive and easy to experience | Dolls |
| Wednesday, April 23, 2008 | The enthusiasm flourished from a spring of unity and wisdom. | Skeleton of the railroad from Santiago to Mendoza. Las Cuevas, Argentina. |
| Sunday, April 13, 2008 | An thus the future await us | Starred sky over Punta de Vacas Park |
| Wednesday, April 09, 2008 | The lights of dawn were breathing incandescent | Loa River in the north of Chile |
| Monday, April 07, 2008 | What is essential was always present with us. | Good old friends. Salut Jean, Paul and Pepe! |
| Thursday, April 03, 2008 | In order to seduce, simplicity dressed up as a mystery | Condor over Manantiales Park |
| Wednesday, April 02, 2008 | After all, it is a matter of perspective... | Weeping willows |
| Tuesday, April 01, 2008 | To ask twice enlightens more | Dad, where do we come from? where do we go? |
| Monday, March 31, 2008 | Soft and profund | Dad, where do we go? where do we come from? |
| Sunday, March 30, 2008 | Is the flight over difficulties the one that elevate us | How sad this little fish looks dead in the sand. Tunquen, Chile |
| Saturday, March 29, 2008 | The voids are full of meaning | Falcon and sea breeze. Jorge Huneeus deck in Tunquen, Chile. |
| Sunday, March 23, 2008 | All the beauty of the landscape waiting to be enjoyed | The bridge of the Inca at the border between Argentina and Chile |
| Saturday, March 22, 2008 | Beginning the fall in the other hemisphere | Homage to the women of the world |
| Thursday, March 20, 2008 | The spring arrived | And more |
| Monday, March 17, 2008 | The search has a thousand meanings | More |
| Sunday, March 16, 2008 | The consequences of violence extend themselves through time | University of Buenos Aires campus |
| Friday, March 14, 2008 | We still have a lot to learn | Mask workshop with immigrant children. Santiago |
| Thursday, March 13, 2008 | Where do we come from? Were are we going? | Day of the woman. La Kuneta collective. Santiago |
| Wednesday, March 12, 2008 | The days vanished in the hope for that moment that was not able to arrive | Instant money or instant waste of money. Main plaza, Santiago. |
| Tuesday, March 11, 2008 | Many searches end up in its origins | Spilled milk. Book shelve at my mothers house |
| Monday, March 10, 2008 | A melodious and soft music wraps the memories of the future. | Aurora borealis in the inside of a rock |
| Sunday, March 09, 2008 | The bigger the not so better. | Gulliver, Gulliver, wherefore art thou Gulliver?. Plaza Italia, 2:00 pm |
| Saturday, March 08, 2008 | I have felt sometimes I am very close to myself.I am thankful | Morning sun over Aconcagua mountain |
| Friday, March 07, 2008 | We were able to dream with the most ancient structures in the planet and they had the flavor of the sacred | Dawn at the top of Aconcagua mountain. |
| Wednesday, March 05, 2008 | Softness weaved her suggesting and intoxicating web, talking in low tones, quietly and deeply | Uff! House development near Malloco, Chile |
| Monday, March 03, 2008 | We also evolve, but slowly... | It is not a religious mantis, I believe she is agnostic. |
| Sunday, March 02, 2008 | And to think that inside each one of them a human heart beats... | Low tide at metro station |
| Saturday, March 01, 2008 | The subtle failures of a broken illusion enchant the road towards a mature hope. | Do not feel you are alone in your city |
| Thursday, February 28, 2008 | Between what we see and what we imagine sometimes there is little difference | A clue: It is not a detail of a painting by Brueghel. |
| Monday, February 18, 2008 | We can be very useful without great knowledge. | Jorge and Nieves from the Good Food Factory in Santiago, Chile |
| Thursday, February 14, 2008 | The road back is the exact same road but the perception of it is totally different | Smiling danger |
| Wednesday, February 13, 2008 | The art to learn without instructions. | Horrible translation to Spanish. |
| Sunday, February 10, 2008 | Waiting for better moments... | Dead car |
| Saturday, February 09, 2008 | On the road there are only tracks and no signals | Justino |
| Thursday, February 07, 2008 | Human city of the future | Punta de Vacas Park |
| Wednesday, February 06, 2008 | The flight carried the song of awakening | Punta de Vacas |
| Tuesday, February 05, 2008 | Humility bursted bending miseries, stealing the sun a warmth awe. | Dawn at Parque Punta de Vacas. 7:00 AM |
| Monday, February 04, 2008 | The sacred was not on the objects but rather in the relationship she established with the objectal world. | Patricia at the Punta de Vacas lookout, midnight. |
| Thursday, January 24, 2008 | Blind goes on developing the spirit until it reaches the light of the guide. | A friend of Jorge Hunneus. |
| Thursday, January 17, 2008 | In the wings of truth, many dawns will cover the horizon. | Searching for something at the beach in Algarrobo |
| Monday, January 14, 2008 | Icons of the moment. Flea Market Main Station, Santiago | Hallucinating synchretism |
| Tuesday, December 25, 2007 | There is so much work we have done for the future without even realizing its importance. | Hugo Chavez bodyguard during a key moment of his speech. |
| Monday, December 24, 2007 | Happy Holidays. Peace, Force and Joy! | Elevator in Metro Grecia, Santiago |
| Wednesday, December 19, 2007 | Navigating the imagination we arrived to a deserted island in the middle of reality. | Christine, so serious and so pristine. Campomar, V Region, Chile |
| Tuesday, December 18, 2007 | We traveled for a long time from the center of life until reaching the edge of the solar system. | Heart of a flower. La Boca, Tunquen, Chile. |
| Sunday, December 16, 2007 | In their lines, in their profound grooves they carry the millenarian knowledge | A true elder s council. Sculpture of Marta Lucas |
| Saturday, December 15, 2007 | In the dark caverns of your quiet thoughts I have felt your essence and depth... | There are those who doodle while we talk on the phone and there is Esteban Boasso who instead makes Venuses out of clay, a dozen of them in an hour... |
| Friday, December 14, 2007 | The laborers of the universe thread structures of compassion and hope. | Santiago continues to grow up into the heights. Would it be a Babel tower one day falling into pieces? |
| Thursday, December 13, 2007 | All the far away and close by lands exist in our interior waiting to be visited. | View from Pichincha hill in Quito, Ecuador. |
| Wednesday, December 12, 2007 | Many times I had felt I almost can talk with them... | Yako, southener dog. Great company when climbing hills. |
| Sunday, December 09, 2007 | Imperceptible sentiments growing at a rhytm of a biology both magical and incomprehensible. | Galileo clings to life and his convictions after being runned over by a Fiat and attacked by a boxer. |
| Thursday, December 06, 2007 | The great planes near the heights were the eternal kisses the human | Shaman Lucas and his gaze of one thousand years |
| Wednesday, December 05, 2007 | It is a drop, a mermaids tear in the mathematical ocean of the form | From Arica to la Paz |
| Tuesday, December 04, 2007 | A luminous sphere of wellbeing for Bolivia | Tomas talks about the situation in Latin America |
| Sunday, December 02, 2007 | We have to imagine a better world as soon as possible. | Evo and Tomas talk on stage. |
| Saturday, December 01, 2007 | I have asked to see the entrance... | In front of the stone guardian... |
| Friday, November 30, 2007 | With the back to the past attempting to guess the future | Street in La Paz |
| Thursday, November 29, 2007 | I contemplate in silence a thousands year old culture... | Central figure in the Sun Gate, probably Wiracocha that according to the oral tradition, after a deluge, left Titicaca waters in order to rebuild the world |
| Wednesday, November 28, 2007 | Latin American Forum in La Paz, Bolivia | March in support of Evo Morales, El Alto de Potosi, La Paz |
| Monday, November 26, 2007 | Sometimes the dreams of a country could do more than technological progress. | Eusebia and Gloria. Council members of Tiawanaco. Guardians of ancestral treasures. |
| Sunday, November 25, 2007 | Sacred places also have a deep and sincere voice. | La Paz, Bolivia. Pure poetry. |
| Saturday, November 24, 2007 | Non-violent action carries in itself the seed of the future | Sunset in Providencia, Santiago |
| Friday, November 23, 2007 | When fear yielded to curiosity, he knew that his destiny was among the stars that softly shinned their light into his enormous discovery. | ...in reality. |
| Thursday, November 22, 2007 | Time stood still, tired of running through infinite spaces. A brief pause to catch its breath... | At 4,500 meters above sea level, what is "real" is absolutely relative. Excuse me for the paradox. Entereing Bolivia through Arica |
| Wednesday, November 21, 2007 | The body only sets the natural limits | Desertic neo renaissance at the Pica Plaza. Atacama desert |
| Tuesday, November 20, 2007 | Whithout a doubt, coherence between the thoughts, feelings and actions generates internal unity. | Running with precise parameters |
| Monday, November 19, 2007 | We walked in silence for a long time, since the words without name were the ones we listened within ourselves | Old men in Quito plaza |
| Sunday, November 18, 2007 | The best money is the one ones make... | Miguel Salinas and Carmela. Mahuida Park, Chile |
| Saturday, November 17, 2007 | Long shadows in dying evenings confuse my senses and strengthen my searches | Lost and found loves. Republic Plaza, Florence, Italy. |
| Thursday, November 15, 2007 | The gods came from the high spaces within the human being | Pantheon dome. Temple of all gods, Rome. |
| Wednesday, November 14, 2007 | The faster I travel, the farthest my destiny extends itself. | Parallel and more parallel lines. Train station in Termini, Rome |
| Tuesday, November 13, 2007 | All the reconciliations made a tapestry of unity in the depths of my being | The arch and the arrow under the sky of Umbria |
| Monday, November 12, 2007 | Intentions fly over the objectal world | Multiple colors and shields at the Peoples Summit. National stadium, Santiago, Nov. 10, 2007 |
| Saturday, November 10, 2007 | By avoiding her fears she lost the opportunity to understand her own destiny | Sculptor and muralist Daniel Zimmermann in his studio. San Telmo, 10:00 PM |
| Thursday, November 08, 2007 | Generally secrets are what we all know without admitting it | The only corner left not beveled in Buenos Aires. San Telmo 9:00 PM |
| Wednesday, November 07, 2007 | The heights are not as relative as logic dictates. | Syra a bit hungry. Puente del Inca, Argentina at 4:30 PM |
| Sunday, November 04, 2007 | Every transforming action comes back softly with the breeze of what is unitive | Man laying inside a church |
| Saturday, November 03, 2007 | Many causes, many heroes, many blood spilled in the names that get forgotten. The true causes are within us. | Man laying outside of a church |
| Friday, November 02, 2007 | We advance whitout knowing towards a grand and luminous destiny. | Police woman looking like made of fiberglass, refuse to reason. Protest in Callao street, Buenos Aires |
| Thursday, November 01, 2007 | Life extends beyond what we see and perceive | Michael tries to reason with a fiber glass police who refuse to listen |
| Wednesday, October 31, 2007 | From far away and from the depths, the Guides answered the call... | Clouds in spiral formation over Punta de Vacas |
| Tuesday, October 30, 2007 | Creation is a living phenomenon | Helio in a circle of light |
| Monday, October 29, 2007 | All beginnings are bitter sweet and intense. | Enough of Neanderthals! Launching of the book "End of Prehistory" by Tomas Hirsch at the book fair in Santiago. |
| Wednesday, October 24, 2007 | In the wings of a pleasure not chased, humanity evolves | Angels in a public phone in Corrientes Avenue. |
| Tuesday, October 23, 2007 | In the wings of non violence humanity flies towards the future. | Angels in a balcony in Corrientes Avenue. |
| Monday, October 22, 2007 | We must do what we want to do without contradictions and without expectations. | Gardel invites but the market does not respond. Caminito, Buenos Aires. |
| Sunday, October 21, 2007 | Peace will come through education illuminating brains and hearts...(Pablo P) | Hallucinating brains at Villa 21 |
| Saturday, October 20, 2007 | Time stopped or simply I became immortal for a while... | Who said that work dignify? |
| Friday, October 19, 2007 | The ancient ones elevated the fire for the benefit of humanity. | Finally, a place in which demanding people are not discriminated. |
| Thursday, October 18, 2007 | The human being advances in spite of the difficulties. | So many times I had asked myself: Who am I?. Now I know... |
| Wednesday, October 17, 2007 | There are days in which gratefulness is overwhelming. | Sculptor Ottaviano's backyard in Chacras de Coria, Mendoza |
| Tuesday, October 16, 2007 | An ascending consciousness liberates itself from fear. | A bus stop anticipating other dangers |
| Monday, October 15, 2007 | We could grow in the capacity to be amazed in front of what is coherent and horrified in front of the opposite | Art Collective La Kuneta performance denouncing violence against women |
| Thursday, October 11, 2007 | In these uncertain times we need to love ourselves a lot... | Juan y Juan, el de la derecha modelado por Berta Munizaga |
| Wednesday, October 10, 2007 | The sacred scent of the unitive acts, trembled the ambiance with its fragrance | Bio-Bio river in its most narrow stretch |
| Tuesday, October 09, 2007 | Freedom of interpretation is as interesting as freedom of expression. | Native forest. Tricahue mountain chain. Chile |
| Monday, October 08, 2007 | We fell without a doubt that the sun occupied a large space in our interior. | Birds |
| Sunday, October 07, 2007 | The great internal apertures produce great comprehensions too | La Boca, Buenos Aires |
| Saturday, October 06, 2007 | Metals and refuse slowly dying and returning to its birth place. | Chacarita, Argentina |
| Friday, October 05, 2007 | In the multicolor wings of a human dream, internal beauty grows. | The world upside down |
| Thursday, October 04, 2007 | We come from far away to stay close to ourselves | Starred field |
| Wednesday, October 03, 2007 | Here goes the first attempt to start sending again the Picture of the Day. | Little temple of Gauchito Gil in a Buenos Aires neighborhood |
| Saturday, September 22, 2007 | Dear friends: I am sending each one of you a request to subscribe to FOTO DEL DIA google group so you can keep receiving the link to the photo. I hope you get it soon and you keep supporting this project. A hug, Fernando | Daily odyssey. One thousand Ulisses trying to reach Ithaca. Santiago underground. Santa Ana station. |
| Wednesday, September 19, 2007 | When closing her eyes, other spaces were illuminated with a soft sensation of having reconciled her entire life. | Honest bar: Come and get depressed with us for a while. |
| Tuesday, September 18, 2007 | In the beginning there was only the being expanding itself to the infinite space | The little bang in a sea snail. |
| Monday, September 17, 2007 | The portraits were so solemn and sad that we turn them upside down to see them smile | If fire is our mother then pyrite is our grandmother |
| Sunday, September 16, 2007 | In the quiet nights of blue moons we discovered that we were not alone... | Still painting. Peeper assassinated by hungry and mean phagocyte. |
| Friday, September 14, 2007 | A torrent of well being was received with silent happiness | His name is Carl Gustav Jung and he lives in Macul, Santiago |
| Thursday, September 13, 2007 | We are in the midst of an enormous transformation with the softness of the water hitting the rocks in its way to the sea. | Lets go and talk to those humans... |
| Tuesday, September 11, 2007 | A glorious afternoon vanished in the mist of the dusk. I could not see the dawn... | Cristian testing a window in the old jail at Valparaiso |
| Sunday, September 09, 2007 | One of the biggest absurds is to adapt to a dying society. | Adventure tour. Safari in Madrid. |
| Saturday, September 08, 2007 | We must have permanence in the ability to change. | The eternal instant in which a veil falls |
| Wednesday, September 05, 2007 | The human spirit was extended by a guide made for the future of humanity | Shall we reorganize our priorities? |
| Tuesday, September 04, 2007 | Happy birthday dear Ignacia! | Michael and Ignacia in her 85th birthday |
| Monday, September 03, 2007 | The hills of poverty do not allow the contemplation of the sunset. | Valparaiso, patrimony to inhumanity |
| Sunday, September 02, 2007 | I have the beautiful company of a spider weaving her net over my monitor. | Worker, student...Who is the one leading? |
| Tuesday, August 28, 2007 | Not always is so important where the days are counted... | The future as a window on the wall of a jail in Valparaiso |
| Monday, August 27, 2007 | I love the force of water that falls without haste and without anything capable of stopping it. | Men in gray arresting Phil Collins at Cathedral street |
| Sunday, August 26, 2007 | It is possible to change course, provided that there is a strong intention | Shells and their mother. |
| Saturday, August 25, 2007 | The long shadows revealed the subtle movements of a time that had not occur yet. | Gathering supplies for the Peruvian earthquake victims. Central Square, Santiago |
| Friday, August 24, 2007 | Intuitions are pearls traveling from the future. | Voyeur gargoyle. Gothic neighborhood in Barcelona. |
| Thursday, August 23, 2007 | We will keep the fire of our ancestors in the center of our hearts. | Manquehue hill in Santiago. |
| Tuesday, August 21, 2007 | At the beginning of the road and not at the end, dispossession starts. The sooner the better... | Dr. Escobar investigates a mysterious fact. |
| Monday, August 20, 2007 | In the Arhtus constellation we found an extraordinary species. They could only see themselves | Dorit and Pablo watching TV with Homer, Marge and the kids |
| Sunday, August 19, 2007 | Beginning? | End of the road? |
| Saturday, August 18, 2007 | We have arrived to the beginning of our history. | Walking in circles |
| Friday, August 17, 2007 | Many entrances and exits make possible the human efforts. The lines are curved... | Walking towards the depths |
| Thursday, August 16, 2007 | Waking up to a wonderful reality I could feel it with the intensity of a dream. | Walking in thin air. |
| Tuesday, August 14, 2007 | The abyss contemplated with envy from its own depths, the song of the eternal, light and luminous. | All the tracks end up in Baquedano |
| Monday, August 13, 2007 | The sacred places traveled from the future of our consciousness | Highway at night |
| Sunday, August 12, 2007 | With the softness of the dying dusk, his walking was fused in the heart of a silent night. | All roads end up in Rome. |
| Saturday, August 11, 2007 | The green leaves of summer brought a special scent to my senses. I experienced it as it was the first and the last time. | Pilgrim, there is no road... |
| Friday, August 10, 2007 | Depending on the perspective, we are going or we are coming. | Pilgrim, there is a road! |
| Thursday, August 09, 2007 | In the mirror of the future the most cherished acts of our present are reflected. | Gathering Storm. |
| Wednesday, August 08, 2007 | Illusions are often not optical | Tiles. Brasil neighborhood in Santiago, Chile |
| Tuesday, August 07, 2007 | Being cozy with the familiar warmth, not always we risk much for what we believe we believe in. | EggPlanto, a joyful and worry-free character. |
| Saturday, August 04, 2007 | Those are looks going beyond beliefs... | Exhibition "Captured" by Jorge Brantmayer. Fine Arts Museum, Santiago |
| Thursday, August 02, 2007 | The mental grooves | El Volcan. Oxide |
| Tuesday, July 31, 2007 | Everything we were able to see was already in our interior waiting to be recognized | Winter sun over the arch of mi iris |
| Monday, July 30, 2007 | Intertwined with the dreams the hopes of many civilizations run with them. | Another view of the Aconcagua from Valparaiso |
| Friday, July 27, 2007 | Patience brought the flowers of vigilance in the summer of our lives. | The intensity in the look of a girl. La Florida, Santiago. |
| Thursday, July 26, 2007 | While others slept a siesta, we contemplated the unpublished pages of a poetry being born | Self portrait of my grandmother, the painter Maria Tupper. |
| Wednesday, July 25, 2007 | Everything done as en end in itself does have the flavor of liberation | One is already a multitude...or the militancy as an end in itself. There are no lost causes for Joaquin Arduengo. |
| Tuesday, July 24, 2007 | The roughness of a sincere heart is more interesting than the perfect lines of a logic born of fear. | Botero and Hush Puppy together forever at the park. |
| Saturday, July 21, 2007 | In the violet shadows of dusk, sometimes we are silently enchanted with the beauty and the meaning. | What if he had been a woman? Contemporary Art museum. Santiago |
| Thursday, July 19, 2007 | We need to build with patience and dedication | Modern times. The vertigo of idleness |
| Wednesday, July 18, 2007 | Sanctity never been a good friend of transparency. | Contemporary Art Museum. Santiago |
| Tuesday, July 17, 2007 | What we see does not exist. It is illusory. | Slight of hands... |
| Monday, July 16, 2007 | The sentiments elevate themselves over the memory and over the humiliation that never existed, remaining free and light... | Del Prado museum,Madrid |
| Friday, July 13, 2007 | Our human destiny rest on the wings of a profound meaning. | Pigeons and puffing. Guell Park in Barcelona |
| Thursday, July 12, 2007 | A summer filled with profound friendship based on freedom and respect. | Sunny afternoon near San Jose market in Barcelona |
| Wednesday, July 11, 2007 | Blue tears for a backwards world and an imprisoned society | Magazine stand in Miraflores St. |
| Saturday, July 07, 2007 | Definitely observing in one direction | Rural love made of herbs and breezes. Tunquen at 4:00 PM |
| Thursday, July 05, 2007 | It never ceases to amaze me how quick everything foreign is adopted | Chic Santiago. Smog alert. |
| Wednesday, July 04, 2007 | We need to be grateful every day until the last day... | Urban love made of cement and neon. Santo Doming and Estado, 7:00 PM |
| Tuesday, July 03, 2007 | A vision from a near future | Condor circling Manantiales. 3:00 PM |
| Monday, July 02, 2007 | There are sinister places in which the body feels the terrors of the past and there are sacred places in which the body and the soul can feel the future and its power | Kids. Punta de Vacas, 5:00 PM |
| Sunday, July 01, 2007 | I have the intuition that we will change the course of the planet... | Andean heights. Los Penitentes hill next to Aconcagua Mt. |
| Saturday, June 30, 2007 | Let s wait for the best! | Emergency portrait at a Nice boardwalk |
| Friday, June 29, 2007 | What is the greatest is invisible | Anita, for some unknown reason, developed a strange phobia towards dolls which we gave her for her birthday... |
| Wednesday, June 27, 2007 | I feel sometimes that everything is immense, infinite and extraordinary. I feel that the limits disappear in the light of what I believe. | Chocolate sleeping in Santiago |
| Thursday, June 21, 2007 | And in the following days a new way of looking, a new comprehension arose from the same ashes of that human spirit imprisoned, tortured and practically reduced to no existence. That spark of hope arose from the depths of the human being and once again in the history appeared the meaning and direction for that consciousness, but this time it was something new and entirely different to everything known... | Raquele and the wind in Tuscolo |
| Wednesday, June 20, 2007 | On the sixth day people danced on the streets and they became friends among strangers. There was nothing to hide, nothing to protect, nothing to fear. There was no job to attend, nor a scedule to follow, nothing to buy and nothing to be sold. | Tupungato seen from the south. Dedicated to Janus Ficino |
| Tuesday, June 19, 2007 | On the fifth day entire communities organized themselves spontaneously in order to provide with enough food and water. Some soldiers broke their guard and helped them. | YU: One of the finest persons I had ever met. |
| Monday, June 18, 2007 | On the fourth day people smiled timidly and they got closer to each other while the soldiers holding their useless weapons observed them nervously. The people exchanged words, food, water and worries. They also laugh wholeheartedly since there was nothing they could do to change the situation. | Aymara woman |
| Sunday, June 17, 2007 | Three days went by and not a single arm was fired by the troops, not one store was looted, not a single human being was attacked by another. Not a single incident of violence related to the lack of energy was reported in the entire planet. | Brake shop in Holanda street. Yesterday and today. |
| Saturday, June 16, 2007 | And at night, darkness covered the earth and a silence happened that humanity did not have a memory of. A silence that forced every individual to listen to their internal voices. | Vaporous morning over La Paloma hill, Santiago. Chile |
| Thursday, June 14, 2007 | We can choose our beliefs and also we can be consequent with them | Returning home. Finally is raining in Santiago. |
| Wednesday, June 13, 2007 | Experimenting with the ascending path | Curves near Inca s bridge |
| Tuesday, June 12, 2007 | Coherence is above reasonableness | Sector of Penitentes hill |
| Monday, June 11, 2007 | We will be sufficiently wise, kind and strong to change it all... | In a mountain landscape with a greeting to Ned Greenberg. |
| Saturday, June 09, 2007 | In my dream I have flown over these enchanted landscapes | Punta de Vacas, towards Mendoza, 10 am |
| Tuesday, June 05, 2007 | The evening falls over a humanity struggling to find its compass | Walking in uncertain searches |
| Monday, June 04, 2007 | The goddesses take care of our well being | Winged Victory of Samothrace |
| Sunday, June 03, 2007 | What I do not remember does also exists in my memory... | In the midst of the fog, cherry trees blossomed |
| Saturday, June 02, 2007 | Waiting long and patiently | Old man |
| Friday, June 01, 2007 | Today I am enamored of everything that is useless and I feel my life flourishing | A long time ago... |
| Thursday, May 31, 2007 | The awakenings in light dawns are born from the same center from which everything is being born | I had never heard such a beautiful song |
| Wednesday, May 30, 2007 | That subtle distance we can sometimes feel beteen the daily routine and the sacred. | Another jump and I will stay suspended up there. |
| Tuesday, May 29, 2007 | Still in time the echos grew louder until they filled that space that no longer existed, except in our imagination. | A soft light disturbs me. |
| Monday, May 28, 2007 | Finally a nude! I was starting to worry. | God created man in Michaelangelo s wall. A woman creates herself in the mouth of the goddess. |
| Sunday, May 27, 2007 | Where we go is not that important when we do know we are going... | Journey through a journey. Bus Terminal, Chile |
| Saturday, May 26, 2007 | From the purple throats the birds are flying towards their high destiny | Rock formation near the glacier of Cerro morado. Chile |
| Sunday, May 20, 2007 | Ghandi again... | The thousand faces of Janus Ficino |
| Saturday, May 19, 2007 | Hungry for days, Eva ate three apples without knowing anything about the Paradise she was on. | Empty underground car in Santiago, Chile. |
| Friday, May 18, 2007 | The reconciliation of countries start with the common citizen who reconciles in his or her interior | Photographer Paz Errazuriz pondering. |
| Wednesday, May 16, 2007 | A single aspiration can elevate the soul with softness and purpose. | Photographer Jorge Brantmayer with a sensation of being observed insistently. Santiago, Chile |
| Tuesday, May 15, 2007 | Horizons are the signs of the future, never the indicators of an end. | Gina wants to go back to the see. Valparaiso, Chile |
| Monday, May 14, 2007 | Many encounters and re-cognitions. | Aerial view of the Park with the Aconcagua mountain in the back |
| Sunday, May 13, 2007 | From the few things I learned well: I know positively that giving is much better than receiving | Joy in the heights. Punta de Vacas Park. |
| Saturday, May 12, 2007 | Neither the past is as good as they say nor the future so promising as announced. It must be that the present does not exist | ETs searching for help after a crash landing in Valparaiso |
| Wednesday, May 09, 2007 | Sometimes I have seen with clear eyes a future busting with hope. | The guardian of stone, guardian of the heights. |
| Monday, May 07, 2007 | The internal post allows to see everything we could not see before. | In the mountains in front of 6,000 people, Silo talked about reconcilation. |
| Sunday, May 06, 2007 | Inspiration flies in the wings of dreams | Three days of spiritual inspiration. Punta de Vacas, Argentina |
| Wednesday, May 02, 2007 | The white, musical and solid words surrounded all the ones present with an inexplicable emotion. | Friends. Buen Retiro Park, Madrid |
| Tuesday, May 01, 2007 | Remembrances of flourishing evenings | Lovers. Buen retiro Park, Madrid. |
| Sunday, April 29, 2007 | Where do we came from? Where are we going? | Two women in Puerta del Sol, Madrid, Spain. |
| Saturday, April 28, 2007 | Controlling our perspective is one of the few controls worth having it | Firefighters shopping store in Madrid, Spain |
| Wednesday, April 25, 2007 | With a golden deluge the spring finally manifested in these latitudes. | Guell Park, a place for inspiration. Barcelona |
| Tuesday, April 24, 2007 | Long silences are also made of mute words. | In this wall people were murdered in Franco s times. San Felipe Plaza, Barcelona |
| Sunday, April 22, 2007 | Firmness had never been at odds with compassion. | Three generations participate in the masks workshop in Barcelona, Spain. |
| Friday, April 20, 2007 | Historical crossroads could produce enormous changes. It is not clear in which direction | Nobody looked at the Miro mosaic. Barcelona |
| Thursday, April 19, 2007 | The Universe expands itself through life. The spiraled cycles take the process towards the future. We just participate... | Paco Martinez at the Sagrada Familia tower, Barcelona. |
| Tuesday, April 17, 2007 | All those promises made with the best intentions last longer when the ritual is adequate | Waiting for the betrothed. Alejandra and Manuel wedding at Manantiales |
| Monday, April 16, 2007 | With joy we can forge attempts that elevate us to the human heights | Molding a sphere. Biot crystals near Nice, France |
| Sunday, April 15, 2007 | Soft, trembling voices spoke with passion and truth to my ear. Light and powerful | Resting at Prado park in front of Murillo s wall. |
| Saturday, April 14, 2007 | It is good to wait with extended arms and a calm heart | The smallest canines in Cannes |
| Friday, April 13, 2007 | Long and endless hours, quiet and full of minutes, seconds and attempts. | Lorethe and Basil. Marseilles 10 a.m. |
| Wednesday, April 11, 2007 | To dream is free of cost...specially in a good chair. | Igor, the oldest canine in Cannes |
| Tuesday, April 10, 2007 | I am grateful to have you as a friend for such a long time... | Mediterranean allegories. Mask workshop in Marseilles. |
| Monday, April 09, 2007 | In the port of my memories I left your image wrapped in sheets of transparent velvet. | Live and dead boats at L Estaque in Marseilles. |
| Sunday, April 08, 2007 | In the wrinkles of our history we can found the seeds of a luminous future | The great wall and The Duero. Zamora from the bridge at 10 PM |
| Saturday, April 07, 2007 | Between shadows and hopes human consciousness opens a path to light. | Phantoms go out once more through the streets of Zamora. Five of cups procession 3:00 AM |
| Thursday, April 05, 2007 | Sometimes I have had intuitions of infinite horizons | Lights and reflections at Crystal House in Retiro Park. Spain |
