Yuriandry Romero

To whom the prayer may concern, I ask that you give me more of these people with whom I can talk about death and its most attractive side without their faces being frightened, that you give me more of these friends that I have failed and They have failed me, I do not trust those perfect friends who have never hurt me in any way because then I will not have learned anything from them, more than these broken souls that share the tribulations and torments, more than these with whom I can walk naked Those who cross borders for love, those who deny that love but feels it in their guts, those who come with deserts of painted ruins and star constellations in their eyes, those with whom the word is nothing more than a symbol, I do not want perfect beings, we already know how boring perfection can be, give them to me broken, alive, with tears in their eyes while they speak their truth to you, give them to me amazed by their traumas, they are those I love.

I love this pictures from oves thanks my brotha ❤️🌷

I just found this beautiful person at CO at the truck stop and I couldn’t avoid to go and ask her if I can shoot her, she was incredibly warming, then the manager just came and said that I have to have a corporate permission to shoot there and just send her away to do something at the back a total as***le to tell the truth, that a example of what a man weak man can do with power it’s a shame I couldn’t get some more shoots of her and I hope she’s not in trouble. Any way thanks sow much Tarin you are gorgeous.

THE LAST SNOW.

The last frost fell at the base of the tree, next to the forgotten toy of a passing child, who must have already seen his hair bleached by so many snowfalls; it is now spring that threatens time and ice with a flower, like a poet who puts together a war anthem with loving verses; the color goes from the forest to the melted river, and the ebony feet of an old man find the doors of the sacred temple in the reflection of the River, it is the ancestor who is now part of the River, and the cycle is eternal, there will always be an elder, an entity, a forest, a temple, a child and a river.

All the way to MN from NJ I was listening to an audio book on quantum fields and natural laws to which we are connected, within this book there are several variables and concepts of identity and the Conception of the self as a personality although he delves a lot into neuroscience he finds also an incredible faculty towards spirituality, in chapter 7 he talks a lot about this identity reaffirmed by those around us or by ourselves, being alone for so long and without interference from people or noise from the city you find yourself more and more with that identity that You do not show with that in which no one but you has the ability to enter, even if you wanted to, no one but you have the keys to the doors to this unconscious revealing of the true nobody that you carry inside, of pure consciousness.

Եղբայրս Հայաստանից, շնորհակալ եմ, որ կաս իմ կյանքում։ Mi hermano de Armenia, gracias por estar en mi vida. My brother from Armenia thanks for being part of my life.

Just me

Just me at the storm.

Just me at the storm.

Marlon and Julian’s daughter Jada

Chloe. 🌷

Ximena Tovar like always powerful as well beautiful.

# black & white # minimalism # Brooklyn NY

the beautiful Ximena Tovar while we meet at the table for the filming of a short film written by her and directed by me that we will share with you shortly.🌷