Mexique, Mar , 2007
Sea of time, water and light, ominous and fateful.
Wide sea calling and living on a single gulp and thousand sighs.
Sea of origin and death.
Sea.
I take pictures of the seaside as a place full of paradoxes.
There, all the sensual pleasures join the most terrible torments of mind.
There is the eternity of a one-puff life, and the fear of infinity.
There, the beginning, the end, the consciousness of being and the one of impermanence.
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