Push back the square
Now that you need her but you don’t
So there you go!
‘Cause back in school
We are the leaders of all – Deftones lyrics Back to school
The fifth of November,
The Gunpowder treason and plot;
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot! – English Folk Verse
So, one year ago Edy and I got married for the second time, but first time in Church, we picked the 5th of November, not only because of the movie and the awesome poem to remember the date but also because Edy’s family could fly to Mexico in low season. Yes, they crossed half world to be with us that day.
They came some couple of days before the big day, we had the opportunity to go with them to the holy city of Teotihuacan (‘the place where the gods were created’) is situated some 50 km north-east of Mexico City. Built between the 1st and 7th centuries A.D., it is characterized by the vast size of its monuments – in particular, the Temple of Quetzalcoatl and the Pyramids of the Sun and the Moon, laid out on geometric and symbolic principles. As one of the most powerful cultural centres in Mesoamerica, Teotihuacan extended its cultural and artistic influence throughout the region, and even beyond. *Text in italics taken from UNESCO web page*.
Whether he is an artist or not, the photographer is a joyous sensualist, for the simple reason that the eye traffics in feelings, not in thoughts. – Walker Evans
Black and white are the colors of photography. To me they symbolize the alternatives of hope and despair to which mankind is forever subjected. – Robert Frank
Todos los meses son Noviembre, Sara. Y yo te quiero todos los días. Este es nuestro mes. No se tiene que acabar nunca. – DULCE NOVIEMBRE
Si es posible se debe hacer reír hasta los muertos. – Leonardo da Vinci
Nunca es tarde para bien hacer; haz hoy lo que no hiciste ayer.
You’ve got the sun, you’ve got the moon, and you’ve got the Rolling Stones. – Keith Richards
La cultura es la memoria del pueblo, la conciencia colectiva de la continuidad histórica, el modo de pensar y de vivir. – Milan Kundera