Argentina part III: Sleeping among glaciers


Stepping on land that emerged from the bottom of the ocean some million years ago, where wind is the ultimate protagonist, where ice and rock become one. Where the only thing that breaks the silence is the cracking sound of breaking ice, where the rythm of all living creatures are slow and images stay still. Somewhere there I lost every single thought so that no words were left to describe what I’ve seen. No words, but a feeling of light breeze on my face, a memory of crystal clear beauty and a dream of an unexpected encounter with a kind, little fox that may, or may not have become true on the way.


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