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Soy escritora, pero vivo pegada a la imagen. Cada vez que me llega la trama de alguna de mis ficciones, me nacen caras, ojos, manos por dentro. Necesito verlas en papel o pantallas. Tal vez por eso paso la mitad de mis horas en flickr.

Eventualmente me compraré una cámara y haré mis fotos. Por el momento estoy en pleno éxtasis. Descubriendo las imágenes que me hablan directamente al alma. En las mañanas cuando me levanto y recuerdo mis sueños hago un 'search' en flickr para saber si existe alguna imagen parecida a la que acabo de soñar. Si la encuentro descubro, que esa persona que ha tomado la foto, vive cerca de mi corazón, compartimos cierta intimidad, aunque esté en otra parte del mundo.

29 de marzo de 2007
Naguabo, Puerto Rico

I work as a freelance journalist and copywriter, but I spend much of my time searching for good images... I need them to live. They are part of my creative process... An image is a story to conceive in words. A story to create in your own terms. I am just beginning in photography, but I am enjoying this so much that I know, this will be an important part of my future....
With flickr I feel that I am not alone in this search for beauty, joy and connection.

I am also a hug lover, and you can see a video filmed in Puerto Rico in January 07. Go to: www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_flt8qcm6o

This is one of my favorite poems:

"The Journey"

One day you finally knew
What to had to do, and began,
Though the voices around you
Kept shouting
Their bad advice-
Though the whole house
Began to tremble
And you felt the old rug
At your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
Though the wind pried
With its stiff fingers
At the very foundations,
Though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
Enough, and a wild night,
And the road full of fallen
Branches and stones.
But little by little,
As you felt their voices behind,
The stars began to burn
Through the sheets of clouds,
And there was a new voice
Which you slowly
Recognized as your own,
That kept you company
As you strode deeper and deeper
Into the world,
Determined to do
The only thing you could do-
Determined to save
The only life you could save.

-Mary Oliver