Well no. It is a phone booth at Recoleta in Buenos Aires, Argentina. In the background La Biela, a place you can’t missed if you are in the neighborhood.
Theses photos are from the web. From a short time there has been a Poetic Action movement in Latin America. So far I have seen these from Mexico, Peru, Venezuela and Argentina. More are joining, so grab your paint brush, some white paint and find a wall….
Then, I will see you now.
You can find more here: http://www.accionpoetica.com/
With the sky at your feet.
All the mistake is in doubting.
Love is an educated memory, a persistent omission.
You where exact.
My duty is at your lips.
will I go or will you come.
I like your mistery.
A burst of sighs.
Do you make love with wind against or in favor?
Shots of light to cheer life.
You left me without strength in your eyes.
Love, love, find me.
You have me upside-down.
I was not kissing you, I was wispering something to your mouth.
My soul is born on the shore of your eyes.
In your arms I don’t know who am I.
Looking, feeling, being.
The city whisper your voice.
Why it is so hard not to fall in love for you?
After you, nothing there is.
The unpredictable risk of finding me in your eyes.
Let my soul not rest, if it is about love.
Love is born when two kisses.
To kiss you until you extinguish.
Let the soul be free. She will know how to command and to remember.
Just an instant to feel you, forever.
Some things have to be believed to be seen.
Our secret triumphed.
My duty is on your lips.
Neither do I know how to living,… I am improvising.
I left, but your love insists.
Impossible only exists in your mind.
I want to be free.. at your side.
Kiss me. I will explain later.
Dress me of love, that I am nude.
International Magic Festival at Buenos Aires.
Sidewalk at Puerto Madero, Buenos Aires.
Is my flag shy? No it is not! Mexico’s flag showing its waywardness. Rebel as it can be, willful as it can stand.
This is the argentinian flag. For some strange chance it shares a karma with me. Let me pay and then be forever free.