
Siempre he sido una amante de las fotografías, ser fotógrafo es un arte complejo, profundo y dedicado, como todas las artes. Sacar una buena fotografía, la foto perfecta es un privilegio y es algo que perdurará por siempre en el tiempo.
A mí me gusta tomar y guardar fotos, tengo muchas. Cuando las veo me conectan con el lugar, las personas, el momento y me produce una alegría o nostalgia muy particular.
Hoy he querido traer algunas en blanco y negro donde estoy con mi hermano @ylich o como yo le digo "manito", "licho", "tuso", jeje.
Estas fotos representan momentos muy especiales donde compartimos alegrías y tristezas.
I have always been a lover of photography, being a photographer is a complex, deep and dedicated art, like all the arts. Taking a good picture, the perfect picture is a privilege and is something that will last forever in time.
I like to keep photos, I have a lot of them. When I see them, they connect me with the place, the people, the moment and it gives me a very particular joy or nostalgia.
Today I wanted to bring some in black and white where I am with my brother @ylich or as I call him "manito", "licho", "tuso", hehe.
These photos represent very special moments where we share joys and sorrows.

Esta es una foto de los años 60 en el callejón Peniche en El Silencio. De ahí tengo recuerdos con mi hermano chiquito, travieso, llorón, pero nos divertíamos en ese pequeño apartamento rodeados de libros y música. También vienen a mi memoria episodios de un momento muy duro que vivió mi familia con el asesinato de un tío. Desde ahí, desde la ventana recuerdo los llantos y los gritos desde la casa de mi abuela y mis tías que vivían enfrente.
This is a photo from the 60's in the Peniche alley in El Silencio. From there I have memories with my little brother, naughty, crybaby, but we had fun in that small apartment surrounded by books and music. I also remember episodes of a very hard time my family lived through with the murder of an uncle. From there, from the window, I remember the cries and screams from my grandmother's house and my aunts who lived across the street.

This one also belongs to the 60's, but living in Block 5 of El Silencio. I loved that apartment, there we played a lot in the internal park and with the neighbors of our handwriting we made sets of aguinaldos and danced. My parents had big parties with many people from teartro, actors, directors, scenographers, painters and friends.
I remember the time of the armed struggle and how you could hear the gunshots from El Calvario towards the corner of Angelitos, and my brother and I were put under the beds to protect us, and we were also shaken by the earthquake in Caracas in 1967, we ran downstairs barefoot and I remember how the floor boiled, they put us on top of the cars so we wouldn't burn our feet, and we had to climb on top of the cars so we wouldn't burn our feet.