That November morning in 1992, Caraqueños woke up to the roaring sounds of military planes. An attempt of coup d’etat was underway.
How do you cram four million people in a tiny valley? The answer lies in the vertical dimension. Caracas, the capital city of Venezuela, grows vertically.
In rare occasions, billboards showcase personal messages. In such instances, billboards will become a strong attention magnet.
Twenty years ago, we said: “no more” and so we left the homeland. Venezuela has not changed much since then, I am afraid. And now the country faces yet another set of problems.
Finding beauty in simplicity is a yearning embedded in human nature. Minimalism -as an expression of simplicity- lives in the most unexpected places.
Let us face it: we are all citizens of the world and no “identity” label is big enough to describe us *
In the mid 80’s, I stumbled upon the “Rubayaits” by Omar Khayyam, a poet who lived in the 12th century Persia. These poems are not about love but they do speak of the transience of things – just what young passionate lovers need to hear. Thirty years later (and a waning passion), this little reading gem still rings true to me.
Life is nothing but a seemingly never ending sequence of farewells and welcomes. Just like a phenomenal magic trick. Now you see a person, now you don’t.
I certainly was very lucky to access the best education a little guy could dream of, in Caracas, Venezuela, back in the mid 60’s.
Young, pain-free bodies are one with nature. But old, painful bodies too because, after all, pain is natural.