Once I was a sailor,

one of those who tie the knots,

intoxicated by the breeze

of a tortuous sea

and imaginary seagulls.

                                                     Today

                                             I            am

                                                   a ship:

                                                                        heaving

                            pitching,

                                              dead calm,

with land

                                                                     in sight,

and a storm behind,

that will catch up tomorrow,

or in two days,

or in three,

I become a sailor again.

Photography by Carlos Arturo Gómez Robles

Issac Cordero

Born in Sonora, a Sinaloan by choice. I film, photograph, write, and above all, observe. I seek to shape ideas in order to create, with them, and with ourselves.

www.instagram.com/issac_cordero

La entrada La zozobra se publicó primero en ERRR MAGAZINE.

My mother brought me a new, old camera. She found it while cleaning my grandmother’s house, her mother’s. A Minolta. Dirty, but functional. I remembered that she helped me buy my first professional camera during university. While inspecting the machine, I raised the viewfinder toward her. My mother inside a frame. How many photographs do I have of her, of my father, of my brother, of my sister? I think the sound of the shutter delivers a sentence. Every photograph kills twice:

1. when it is taken,

1. when it is taken someone looks at it.

 Taking photographs for later. Later means: for when they are no longer here.

Photography by Monica Ochoa.

Issac Cordero

Born in Sonora, a Sinaloan by choice. I film, photograph, write, and above all, observe. I seek to shape ideas in order to create, with them, and with ourselves.

www.instagram.com/issac_cordero

La entrada Certificado de presencia se publicó primero en ERRR MAGAZINE.

a passing cloud,

giving you shade,

taking it away,

offering you its outline,

whenever you sought it.

And now my absence,

and yours,

and a clear sky,

and nothing to write.

Photography by Luis Daniel Jaimes Martínez.

Issac Cordero

Born in Sonora, a Sinaloan by choice. I film, photograph, write, and above all, observe. I seek to shape ideas in order to create, with them, and with ourselves.

www.instagram.com/issac_cordero

La entrada Ser testigo se publicó primero en ERRR MAGAZINE.

“…pensar en un hombre
se parece a salvarlo” 
–Roberto Juarroz

A veces, basta pensarte
para sostener tu sombra
en mi memoria:

nombrarte sin voz,
con el gesto apenas de un recuerdo,

como si el pensamiento fuera un puente
sobre tu abismo.

Y si no te alcanzo,
al menos, te acompaño
desde el borde.

Fotografía por Hako Otoko

Issac Cordero

Born in Sonora, a Sinaloan by choice. I film, photograph, write, and above all, observe. I seek to shape ideas in order to create, with them, and with ourselves.

www.instagram.com/issac_cordero

La entrada Silencio de rescate se publicó primero en ERRR MAGAZINE.