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When the unkown opens doors, unimaginle windows are revealed to human experience. It´s like a chime of a cloack, but forntunaly withou counting the minute and seconds. All my life I wanted to go to Peru and I never imagined that being in Machu Picchu would be something really incomparable to any other trip. As I write, it is as if I went back to that moment. Looking at all the immensity that meanders through this city, I wonder how so many stories have been silenced by the devouring desire of a colonizer. In order to preserve this place, people, without looking at their own destinies, left their lives and went in search of the unknown. Touched, the nature decided to preserve this place and cover it with the top of its trees in silence until 1911, when the American professor Hiram Bingham discovered it. Luckily for us, the ruins remained and, among these secrets, is where my imagination wanders. I take my gasses off and, like the moviment oof Urubamba, the river that runs through this valley, I feel tears fall from my eyes. At this time, I feel purified. I take my camera and without thinking about anything I just register one photo. For the first time, I don't look for an angle, I don't adjust the light, I don't do anything. I just close my eyes and register. I do not do any other photo, because all the images of that place I´ve recorded in my soul. It was an unstable devil. The weather sent blue and purple clouds over the land. And there I traveled selling that beautiful diffuse light falling from the heavens on me. I never had the courage to look at the photo that I did and I don't even want to.The real image of my trip has dressed in extraordinary beauty, simplicity and peace inside of me.