This blog

The title of this blog began with an impossible love, like all dreams at the beginning their normal state is of impossibility.

One Summer day I began to drive to the Pacific Coast with all this crossed feelings of hope, frustration, love, pain, laughter and cry.
Piazzola's bandoneon was my companion . Milonga del Angel was speaking for both of us.

The old road that I knew well looks different that day. Everything was new and inviting. I began to remember TS Elliot's words: "We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time"
It was a road of dreams

I was inspired to take pictures.
Of what?!
I was photographing my feelings reflecting on this road which appears new upon my eyes
The landscape, always dry and barren , was beautiful . Simple shades of shadows and light.
It was a road of dreams.
I didnt wanted it to end. I wanted to keep the journey . Traveling, observing, exploring, breathing, feeling, dreaming.



Everything begins with a dream. Everything !
A spark of life, an inspiration , a hope.
After that what follows to reach that dream is an unknown road which is lite by the very force of that dream. It is an invisible force, a conviction, a vocation, a desire, ....it's faith

Its ways could be hard and steep. But you keep going.
Its path is unknown, because it changes constantly like in dreams.
You learn by walking and by walking you learn.
As mirages you'll encounter many stops along the way thinking its your destination.But are they really?

All rivers run into the sea . All roads of dreams have one destination.
Dreams always die. You either reach them and the dream becomes a reality or you dont reach them and the dream lives a little longer in its agony fading with time. Until it is to weak to even be remembered.

How long will I travel this road?
I dont know.