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
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.