These photos remind me of Puerto Rico and of passion, and of love, and the strength of color. It reminds of warm island breeze and beautiful tan women. It reminds me dancing. It reminds of me poetry.
"I want you to know one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look at the crystal moon,
at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window,
if I tough near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail towards those isles of yours that wait for me."