The arrival

It was beyond her comprehension how she ended up in that situation. What was she thinking accepting a deal like that? Her arrival to that wedding was the grave of her freedom. She was tempted to ask the driver to turn back, to leave at once and let her flee to her freedom, maybe to a not-so-prosperous future but at least she would be free to make her own choices.

Kyoto, February 2016. Fuji Instax 210.

Street ninja

When I visited Valencia last April I was really surprised by the incredible amount and quality of graffiti… I crossed paths countless of times with this street ninja (?) made by the hand of David de Limón. I have to confess this one was my reference in El Carmen neighbourhood for not to get lost…

** Sorry for the quality of the photograph… I don’t have a scanner so I had to take a photo with my phone…

The trumpet player

He loved music so much he didn’t care the disagreement caused in the heart of his family, he just couldn’t live without music, without his trumpet and his jazz. He left his home to follow a dream and even though the path was difficult and scary, he finally made it.

Sculpture of a trumpet player in Kobe, Japan.