Between 6 and 7 pm, we can meet. I promise it will be unforgettable. You'll walk the tightrope, enjoy getting lost in my maze, and there, you'll be devoured… 😉 by the city.
Or perhaps it is quite the opposite.
The big red ball runs under our feet and traces the path. It is the guide and the unbreakable bond between the ancestral souls.
No matter how much the thread twists and tangles, here I am—doing the work, the necessary work... Mesmerized, drawn to you.
And if I must fade into darkness, let me receive your last drop of Light.
💫
Another afternoon of cycling along a route that I find very interesting in this city. From 100th Street and Boyeros Avenue, along 100, to 100th and 51st Avenue. Then turn right and go through Puentes Grandes (a comfortable descent) until 26th and 51st. Right again toward the roundabout of Sport City and Boyeros, back to 100—home, sweet home... and, of course, many stops to photograph what somehow captivated me.
Not that the boys were playing on top of the rubbish dumped in the middle of the street... but it looks like it.
