Within those walls echoed faint voices and scores buried by dust and time.
A fusion of Art Nouveau, Neo-Gothic, Eclectic and Neo-Renaissance styles, a villa more reminiscent of a Masonic place of worship than a residential building.
Strange creatures wake up at night, crawling in the dark and turning their pleading eyes to the sky.
The mountain between alienation, abandonment and depopulation…
Tears enveloped the tender face of the bride in white as she abandoned the altar of roses and her pile of robes to the ravages of time.
The past forcefully surviving in the present.
In the sleepless and stormy night two round, yellow eyes wait silently for the arrival of the savior.
In this house where he was born lived days of serene affection GEN. Mariano B., distinguished archaeologist.
In life there is no place sadder than an empty bed. (Gabriel Garcia Marquez)
Tattooing as an eternal artistic product and the tattoo artist the ephemeral part.