24h salopalo
Normal Humberto Salo D.
salopalo | Composition with "structure" adapted from #Unsplash | Silhouettes from Photocrash2 Beta | MasterFx BG | I quiver at the thought that our worlds may not eventually coalesce. I harbor a tear, an agony, a process still unfolding with echoes of your name. I see you as you are, but elevate you to a different form of living. I genuflect before you as it is my only reaction. I look at a distance for the bells that never ring. Is it true that the journey to you is a simple thing. May I have the code to make things clearer in my ignorance. I dream of a world with bells and whistles and the subtlety of a written word. I dream awake. I persist in thinking the very things that evoke your name. 24h

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salopalo | To stand and reflect is to nourish the soul | ️ This fantastic photo was shot by:
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salopalo | As promised, I now bring you the bnw version of this post, with the BG from #Unsplash | Happy Sunday from NYC! I come here, at a distance, to rest my eyes. I am not sleepy, you see. I have as I look Coltrane's Spiritual in my head. You needn't worry about the physical part of me. You should realize that, when you and I are at peace, it is the closest I've ever come to happiness in this place. A smile on my young one and I see the fulfillment in your eyes. I see the merriment of your touch. I long to slide my fingers through your hair and feel your breath all in my face. Yes, I come here to feel the colors in this life. You must know that I talk to you even in my sleep. This is where I come to gain the wisdom of vintage serenity. This is where I sow my hopes, in the ridges of your smile. You are my terror and my agony, but in moments of calm you are truly the only...the only one I see. 3d

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Normal Humberto Salo D.
salopalo | This is a collaboration with my awesomely talented @collabstream bro @raju_gultom_gi | I see mirrors in the walls, reflecting people I am, or used to be. I keep singing along, making believe it's just a world of make-believe. I turn and think to perform, so as to shed the increasing weight off my heavy shoulders. I focus not on the reflections because I think they somehow always call out my name. I like to think I am carefree. I do feel at ease when people say kind things, although I think it's because of what I do and not what they see of me. I wish I could just learn to see what virtues exist in me. I would readily discard these formulas, contexts, stereotypes and ideals. I would perhaps genuflect to the reflections in the walls. 4d

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Normal Humberto Salo D.
salopalo | My friend, @agus_et_al , just launched a FFA: #agus_ffa | OPs by @agus_et_al , my edit | Please check out her feed for more awesome imagery and take a look at the scoopful of great shots there is to play with | Happy Friday from NYC! 🏻 Quisiera correr, como en la niñez, hacia ese lugar donde siempre brilla el sol, donde cada una de las cosas en el alrededor tienen sentido aun sin ser apercibidas. Quisiera dirigirme hacia ese ayer, en el cual la idea de jugar es proceso y destinación en si. Quisiera poder ver la sonrisa de la niña ángel a la cual veo en mis sueños pero en realidad espero ver...después de mi capítulo final. I would like to run, as in childhood, to that place where the sun always shines and where everything around makes sense even when barely noticed. I would like to head back to a time when playing was both process and end in itself. I would like to see the smile of the angel I see in my dreams, although I hope to see her...after I am no more. 5d

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Normal Humberto Salo D.
salopalo | This is a composition for #pixitesource #_suz4nne_ffa | BG by @_suz4nne_ | Let's dance like the strangers we once were
Intimate without words the logic of our steps
Gaze below ground at the stars
Shift the focus of our heart

Let's melt together by our ears
Move without moving the regret
Fall without falling on a stage
Sing notes with our bodies on a rise

Let's gift each other a word
Free our youth to come again
Designate a welcome cheer of silliness
Let's dance to regain a sparkle in our line
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salopalo | This is for #applifam29jul | OP by @jvdt for @applifam | Figure is from PC2 Beta, as is the lamppost | Artificial lighting provided by the good folks at LensLight | Hat from the tailors at pngimg | We're all mannequins of some sort or another, waiting for the light to shine. I remember when I didn't know much about anything. The world was fair back then, as long as you ate and had a place to sleep. I didn't concern myself with making the world a better place for others; I just knew occasional playmates and the distractions a day with them brings. Perhaps I was aloof, but I don't really think so. I just don't think life means the same to everyone, even in childhood. There are levels of normalcy, depending on freedoms afforded one's elders I suppose. There is sometimes a swath of time lost on a generation seeking easy answers. There, a perilous road often brings harshness in the light. Sometimes, you begin to breathe and live. 7d

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salopalo Looking out into the distance, all seems calm and within reach. There is ineffable beauty to behold, with the heart. Words at times are not equipped to communicate that which is impossible to fully understand. I am ruler, you see, in a kingdom, and yet I rule not a thing, nor anyone. I play with the things God, or your mind's conception, has seen fit to grace me with. I am, as always, living on a sense of borrowed time. Time is itself a facile conundrum to me. It is not what you think it to be. It is best understood as a process, but perhaps for those who yearn to think, to be free, it is a veritable, defined thing, a magic that is not afforded us just yet. It is a secret. For now, we are left with luscious colors, a hint of mist, our own serenity and a surrounding, seemingly comical, predicament. | Manipulation of OP from #Unsplash | Regal robe from PC2 Beta | Cheerio! 1w

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salopalo I don't belong to you; I don't belong to anyone. I am more thought and process than you can let yourself to imagine. This is a road, but it is also a desire, a way, a path, a linear walk into my self-actualization. I needn't concern myself with your thinking. It is frankly dilapidated. Come, along with me. Shed your visuals, your dogma, your hard, fast thinking. Stand there just for a moment. Look. See the world in a way that does not pay homage to you. Be free. The air, the wind is still previously cheap. | BG from #Unsplash | Process lady from PC2 Beta | Bird from pngimg | 1w

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Normal Humberto Salo D.
salopalo | From my structure...the world | ️ This fantastic photo was shot by:
@coleebri Saeri
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Check the other members edits:
@juanpas9_bn
@bettio
@paoloberta79
@gs_imagery
@massi69
@tristwin
@pguirado
@superentusiasmo
@cristina_poli
@rochigb
@domingon1946
@sersi
@bwbono
@victor2633
@roszcorrero
@jonathanconnor10
@salopalo
@helena_edits
@d_fordesign
@coleebri
@mikapsg
@raju_gultom_gi
@merchelas
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salopalo This is how and where I thrive, in awe and in expectation of light, reason, true peace, serenity, and respect, full recognition of others' ideas, talents and even differences of opinion. I am perhaps, like a beacon of long ago: a simple voice in the wilderness. But a voice turns into a yell, a holler, a shriek...in the face of tyranny, intolerance, intransigence, hyperbolic hypocrisy, intellectual falsity, rampant corruption. I am a simple voice. I am that rising voice. I am Ecuador.
#FUERACORREAFUERA | Conconction for freedom | OP #Unsplash | Silhouette Pixabay |
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salopalo At a moment like this, with a misty blue before my eyes, I remember the time when my true consciousness was revealed. It was in school, in a surely mundane day. And yet, how I wish I could reshape life to be there again. I can well fathom that she was perhaps a person not given to the extraordinary. But to me she was like most people conceive of milk - clean, pristine, wholesome. She was plenty more, as her words and attention made me simply levitate. I was not expecting an interchange. And when she addressed me, I had to pinch myself to reconcile it with my existence. She was on her way back from recess, perhaps not paying much mind to her actions. All I remember is that she gave me a banana, a silly little thing, perhaps. In the act, it unleashed my freedom and my thinking. | My shot and edit, with my dear Nanuck as the femme fatale | 1w

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salopalo | This is for #applifam25jul | OP by @jvdt for @applifam | I walk in a road of apathy. I sing, perhaps to myself, muted songs of joy and laughter. I think these things I see are perhaps just concoctions of my head. I walk along clean, pristine paths. I am full of purpose and yet stop myself in mid stride to ask how really consequential is my journey. I have a daily method and plan, but all is deconstructed late at night, fixed as my brain becomes on the nearest cluster of stars. I scream things inside my head, hoping that an answer will be forced out into recognition. I second guess myself, the things I should have done, the things I should be, the peace my heart should harbor. I think, too, about a word or two I may long have left unsaid, now distracted in the wind and out of living circulation. 2w

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salopalo Perhaps it is the child in me
That makes running worth something
I would normally be asleep
Having lost my place to be
The open air incites me
Let's hear some grieving words!
It would be easy to cry here
Against the wind, amid the body tears

Motion is a distraction and a healer
Fully addictive in despair
Sweet lulling the senses
Making life appear less near

I run almost on cue
Around, here, there
Not surely until I am satisfied
For I am always running to you. | OP #Unsplash |
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salopalo | This is for #applifam24jul | OP by @jvdt for @applifam | Come with me, to our eternity. You and I walk at a comparable pace. Our love is facile, without pretensions. Our life is simple, without reflections. Come away with me, as this is a linear journey. May it stay so, for all our efforts. We are kind because we choose not the bubbles of existence. Grace and spirit will always guide us. I am with you, one in humility. Take me inside, as I have the noblest of you. Let our smile always glow within us. Nothing - not the water, the air, the points of human extinction - be the end of our path. Stroll with me, in practice to a better existence. 2w

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salopalo As promised, the bnw version. Happy Friday from NYC! I return almost from another life to once again gaze into your eyes. I hope that my dreams and innocence have not gotten the best part of me. I look towards our reunion as a manifestation of life itself. I believe in fairy tales. I am a romantic. I hope to adorn the rest of your days with my words, with my kindness. Regreso casi desde otro mundo para una vez mas perderme en tus ojos. Espero que mis sueños e inocencia no me hayan decepcionado. Veo nuestra reunión como la manifestación de la vida misma. Todavía creo en los cuentos de hadas. Espero adornar el resto de tu vida con mis palabras, todo lo bueno de mi. 2w

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Normal Humberto Salo D.
salopalo By the end, what we have is our words. Flashes of things that passed us by. We own that which keeps our peace. We hold on to the things that give us serenity. It is well to remark about the many steps, the heights, the plateaus, the horizons, the swings that brought us from depths. We are and remain shadows. We ultimately will meet the truth in our own particular time. For now, let's just enjoy a moment, let us wax light about the art of living. We are here but an instant. We are all grains of sand. 2w

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salopalo I am just standing here, just like Cyrano de Bergerac, waiting for you. I am, despite my unassuming looks, a meteoric ball of anticipation. I am in a torrent of emotion. I am a captive until your arrival. I am not sure whether you will come. You may choose to stay away altogether. I have perhaps saturated all your senses and you are now too aware of your bombastic allure. It does not matter. I will still stand and wait for you. I have waited far too long, even in my sleep. You permeate my whole existence. I will wait for you. I will wait to recite you a colorful song I just wrote for you. | Thursday conconction with manipulated dude from PC2 Beta | Torn, so I will also post the bnw version | 2w

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salopalo | This is for #applifam22jul | OP by @jvdt for @applifam | Looking out into the distance, I can fathom a world, a moment, a number of flashes with your name, with the warmth and health of your smile. Standing here, contemplating the nature of the world, the very fabric of thoughts, my longing, my expanding feelings, all become so silly and petty when I close my eyes and think of you. You are a memory, you are mist. And yet, you envelop my thinking and define the very thought of being well. I have not lived long, or exceedingly well. But in you I found all there is to define a life, a successful search, for I cared not beyond the perimeters of your gaze and smile. And now, wherever you are, my vision and perception is still affected by the idea that you slipped away with the key to the thing I manage to call my daily life. 2w

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salopalo I am in a world disheveled. I protect myself against a grid, against a vicious circle. I do not know anything for sure; I am too busy pretending, putting up a defense against the elements. It may well be that I am just reacting, as a bruised animal, a simple maligned soul. I may yet find a better stance for myself, a place and a time to truly shine. I may, with eloquence, one day laugh with logic at all this, my silly endeavor, my self-righteous path, my delusional journey to justify my incomprehensible ways. There is redemption; there is always hope. I remain a dreamer...a dreamer for all time. | Dark, political, commentary | Circular, manipulated BG from #Unsplash and additional elements from PC2 Beta and pngimg | 2w

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