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A little about Playa Zipolite, The Beach of the Dead . . .
Playa Zipolite, Oaxaca, Southern Mexico, on the Pacific Ocean. A little bit about my favorite little get-away on this small world of ours.Zipolite, a sweaty 30-minute walk west from Puerto Angel, brings you to Playa Zipolite and another world. The feeling here is 1970's - Led Zep, Marley, and scruffy gringos.A long, long time ago, Zipolite beach was usually visited by the Zapotecans...who made it a magical place. They came to visit Zipolite to meditate, or just to rest.Recently, this beach has begun to receive day-trippers from Puerto Angel and Puerto Escondido, giving it a more TOURISTY feel than before.Most people come here for the novelty of the nude beach, yoga, turtles, seafood, surf, meditation, vegetarians, discos, party, to get burnt by the sun, or to see how long they can stretch their skinny budget.I post WWW Oaxaca, Mexico, Zipolite and areas nearby information. Also general budget, backpacker, surfer, off the beaten path, Mexico and beyond, information.REMEMBER: Everyone is welcome at Zipolite.ivan
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Edwin Fierros Studio Art · Look, I just finished this work that was being created in my mind, almost always and until today I finished it. I want to share photos and a brief description of my interpretation of an ocelot or margay. 🐆Looking for hummingbirds (in the last photo you will know why) 🐆Sand/ marble/ acrylic/ pigment 🐆 60cm x 70cm 🐆 Edwin Fierros Studio Art 🐆2023 🐆Available The ocelot that sees me A being that had big and beautiful eyes, abundant fur and a face that caused something in my heart, that made it beat more and that sent messages to my body to vibrate with its breath. That being came like a swallow to sing in my dark night, it came like a firefly to illuminate my path in a night of absent stars and it came like a big cloud to show me many figures, just when I looked at the sky, and when I saw the shapes It took me to navigate through time, a party of fantastic insects danced above me and that's how I entertained myself. I thought that my pareidolia took me by the hand and led me to create it, give it life, but no, because when I lowered my face, I saw how it lay down in the mountains and let me see its profile, how it camouflaged itself in the leaves and with the flowers. he blinked, then the shapeless things he molded to fit. Now that I close my eyes, I see him floating like a mysterious being, then I open them and I can't help but smile. I see him, I feel him when he flutters in my stomach, when I sing to him softly I can hear him and he lives when I happily grab the raw inks and old brushes. I can feel him right in the afternoon with the winds that comb my hair, when the stones tickle my feet and when the dust of a golden moth falls on each of his spots to make him shine, I can taste him with honey, which Together with the ants I have breakfast on the fruits and with the seeds of my afternoons. You are here full of colors, full of hope, faith and many forms. Free and strong with an ocelot that runs with gold among the mount. edwin fierros
Buscando los colibríes (en la última foto sabrás el porqué)
Arena/ marmolina/ acrílico/ pigmento
60 cm x 70 cm
2023
Disponible
El ocelote que me ve
Un ser que tenía los ojos grandes y bonitos, un pelaje abundante y una cara que me causaba algo en el corazón, que lo hacía palpitar más y que le mandaba mensajes a mi cuerpo para vibrar a su respiro. Ese ser llegó como una golondrina a cantar en mi obscura noche, llegó como una luciérnaga para alumbrar mi paso en una noche de ausentes estrellas y que llegó como una nube grande para mostrarme muchas figuras, justo cuando miraba el cielo, y al ver las formas me llevó a navegar entre el tiempo, una fiesta de Insectos fantásticos danzaba a mi arriba y así me entretuve.
Pensé que mi pareidolia me tomaba de la mano y llevaba a crearle, darle vida, pero no, porque cuando bajé mi cara, vi como en las montañas se acostaba y me dejaba ver su perfil, como en las hojas se camuflajeaba y con las flores parpadeaba, entonces las cosas sin formas las moldeaba para encajar. Ahora que cierro los ojos, le veo flotando como un ser de misterio, luego los abro y no puedo evitar sonreír. Le veo, le siento cuando revolotea en mi estómago, cuando le canto bajito le puedo escuchar y vive cuando con felicidad agarro las tintas primas y los pinceles viejos.
Le puedo sentir justo en las tardes con los vientos que me peinan, cuando las piedras le hacen cosquillas a mis pies y cuando el polvillo de una polilla dorada cae en cada una de sus manchas para hacerle brillar, le puedo saborear con la miel, que junto con las hormigas desayuno sobre las frutas y con las semillas de mis tardes.
Estás aquí lleno de colores, lleno de esperanza, fe y muchas formas. Libre y fuerte con un ocelote que corre con dorados entre el monte.
Edwin Fierros
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