If I were a bird

This photograph belongs to the series "In the skies of the city", all taken from Demetrio Elíades building. [November 2009. Mar del Plata.]

Spotlight

Tower

When I took it, I had no idea it was going to mean that much. If anyone asked me now to pick a photograph that reminds me of my brothers (the two of them), I'd choose this one.

This photograph belongs to the series "In the skies of the city", all taken from Demetrio Elíades building. [November 2009. Mar del Plata.]

Crash

The Sims in real life

This photograph belongs to the series "In the skies of the city", all taken from Demetrio Elíades building. [November 2009. Mar del Plata.]

High above the chimney tops,

that's where you'll find me.

Home is not where you live...

but where they understand you, sweetie.

[January 2009. Laguna Las encadenadas (Tornquist).]

Half

It's three blocks from my house and my granpa used to tell us it was haunted. It's still a bit scary to me, specially at night!

The garden of forking paths

[August 2009. Bahía Blanca (during Jornadas del Sur).]

Come and sit with me

and I'll cry on your shoulder, you're a friend.

Sunset

[September 2007. Villa Gesell.]

Snow

[June 2008. San Carlos de Bariloche (Cerro Catedral).]

If it's gonna be cold, it had better worth it!

From my balcony

Go down

Where is the gold?

Though the quality of the picture is not the best, I guess the essence of it is still untouched.
I'm a bit proud of this one :)

Black Cat

"I seized him; when, in his fright at my violence, he inflicted a slight wound upon my hand with his teeth. The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fiber of my frame."

[The black cat - Edgar Allan Poe]

"And then came, as if to my final and irrevocable overthrow, the spirit of PERVERSENESS. Of this spirit philosophy takes no account. Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart --one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man."

Paradise might not be above, after all..

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.

Neighbour

..If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse
I’d put a statue of myself upon the shelf..

Drop, drop, drop

Open it

There it is the window that leads to the blackest bottom of my heart. It's your choice to open it or not to. What I recommend... You damn know it.