Welcome abroad to the beginning of the trip of myself, showing what is live unbound, and walk into the wild.
Some people hate airport. Then, there are the ones who loves them. Who loves planes. Who loves to fly. To fly is part of the adventure. The adventure of travelling. Each trip is an adventure, always different, unpredictable. The feeling you can't control whatever you're going to live and to photograph turns to an addiction.
Madrid, Spain.
Galicia, bye-bye Spain.
Heatrow, England.
Somewhere in the sky.
Utah, CO
Los Angeles, CA
There is a moment when you start to fly. You're lost in timeless horizons, daring the time, scaping from the night, or from the day, lost in somewhere or maybe nowhere. So high, where you just can see the reflection of the blue sky, or the blue sea. There, where you realize your a tiny part of a such huge world.
"Life is wonderful, the world is awesome".
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