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This blog will stay as an arquive for the pictures I published in the last 5 years, but there won’t be much movement from now on because my new website also includes a blog linked to it.

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Rodalquilar Valley

Rodalquilar Valley

Cortijo del Fraile

Cortijo del Fraile



Cortijo del Fraile

Cortijo del Fraile

Cortijo del Fraile

Cortijo del Fraile


Today I’ve spent the whole day looking at the pictures I shot in Samaria, a small community of ashaninkas that hosted me in the Central Amazonia of Peru.

Antonio Buendía, candidate for mayor for río Ene

Antonio Buendía, candidate for mayor for the Asháninka Communities living in río Ene

Olinda with her baby, Ashivanti

Olinda with her baby Ashivanti


I just arrived from an amazing and very intense trip to Peru and now I am having a look at the pictures I found in my hardrive. I have a lot of work to do in the following weeks editing photographs, and hopefully I will have a good story to share soon, but meanwhile I share a couple of snaps from the Andes, an epic episode of the trip.

Mari Mariposita

Mari Mariposita, andean huayno band

the flowers who found me


This mini series of portraits is the result of 3 days of a practical workshop with the students of CPI Padín Truiteiro, a high school located in Arcade, an old industrial town in the coastline of Galicia. My job is to coordinate the students and guide them on how to portray their relatives in their old work space as part of a bigger project about the factory of Pontesa.

Jessyca y Eloy

Jessyca with her grandfather Eloy

Pontesa is an old and huge abandoned factory that was very important in the economy of Galicia until it closed in 2002. The students are working as a collective group and their main task is to recover the History of Pontesa, the old factory that has played an essential role in the life of the inhabitants of Arcade. This beautiful project tries to restore the industrial memory of Arcade.

Aldara y su abuelo Carlos

Aldara with her grandfather Carlos

Pontesa is one in many factories that closed down in the last decades in Galicia and the students are very excited about doing a research project on how meaningful the factory was for Arcade. Most of the students have someone in their family that used to work in the factory and they are working closely with them to recover the whole story of one of the most important factories in Spain that currently turned into ruins.

Martina y su vecina Maruja

Martina with her neighbour Maruja

I am just a simple conductor in the story, but I am as excited as they are because the whole story about the factory is absolutely amazing. It has an indescriptible energy as well as a very bizarre shape that makes it quite unique. And that’s all you can get from me now, because the story about Pontesa belongs to the students and they will be the ones to reveal all the secrets behind this extraordinary place when the moment comes.

Antía y su tía Elsa

Antía with her auntie Elsa

I simply wanted to document their work and I also wanted to portray each photographer with their chosen model to keep record on the story. This could be a series on photographers shot with their models or could also be a series of portraits on ex-workers of an abandoned factory portrayed with their granddaughters, that surprisingly are the same age as their relatives when they started working in the factory.

Clara y su abuelo Gonzalo

Clara with her grandfather Gonzalo

We will keep you posted on the project and on the output of the whole research they are working on! You won’t believe the images they are shooting of the place and the people that made of South Galicia one of the most industrialised areas of Spain. They are all doing an incredible job and I see in them a great passion and dedication that will definitely lead them to a great success. Stay tunned!

This is one of the last bridges that the high speed train crosses before entering to Santiago de Compostela, in Galicia. Is not far from Angrois, the location where the Alvia train derailed last summer killing 79 people and leaving more than 150 injured.

the New bridge, with the old one at the background

the New bridge, with the old one at the background

The train accident in Angrois represents another shameful episode in the history of Spain, and this viaduct in Ponte Ulla, as many others built for the brand new high speed trains, is a symbol of the continuous failure of a government that insists in spending the money that never had to pretend to be the country that never will. These viaducts are also symbols of the tragedy as well.

Spain drowns in its own absurdity after 40 years of a bad called democracy while public money it has been wasted in bridges, highways, stupid cultural centres with no culture at all and many more. They just forgot an important detail: high speed trains are as essential as a high standard security system to protect the passengers. Public works worth nothing if the investment goes to build super speed rail tracks, amazing bridges, impressive viaducts, but not investing in a proper security system for all these infrastructures. If the Alvia train have had a proper one, nobody would have died the past 24th of July in Angrois, that is a fact.

another beautiful intervention in the Galician territory

another beautiful intervention in the Galician territory

A few days ago I saw in the news that Cristóbal González, the president of the Victim’s Assotiation of Angrois, cycled all the way from Sevilla to Santiago de Compostela, more than 800km, to give in person a letter to the Judge Luis Aláez who is dealing with the case in Santiago. This letter is simply demanding Justice in the name of all the victims who died in the accident last summer.

So far, the only person considered to be responsible for the accident in Angrois is the train driver. There are no political responsibilities, nor corporate. The company that runs the trains or the security company that controls the speed of the trains are not even being considered, for the moment, to be resposible in any ways for the accident. It looks like in Spain if you are a train driver, you can put the train up to 300km/hour and it’s just up to you if you want to do it and kill 79 people, no one will stop you for doing it. You are free to decide the final destination of your train. (!)

The truth is that high speed trains are forced by law to have a braking security system that gets activated in case of emergency and the train will simply stop by itself if the speed is over the limit. The braking security system that the train is supposed to have didn’t work. And the train derailed. The rest of the story we all know it.

Seven months after the worst train accident in Spain ever, the driver seems to be the one and only resposible for the dead of 79 people, leaving the company that runs the high speed trains in Spain totally free of charge, as well as any politian involved in the decisions taken regarding this trains. That’s why Cristóbal González decided to cycle all the way up to Santiago and talk with Luis Aláez, the Judge in charge of the investigation of the accident. But Cristóbal is not cycling alone, we are all in that bike in a way, because we all demand justice for an accident that should never had happened. But it did happen and there is nothing we change about that, but we just want the responsible people to be judged and pay for it.

I recently had the opportunity to go back to one of the most special places I have ever been to: Joal-Fadiout, a small town in the senegalese coast.

Fadiouth is built up on an island made out of shells that gathered together naturally with the time. Apart from being unique for its soil of oysters, clams, mussels and scallops shells, Fadiout is also and great example for tolerance, respect and understanding where muslims and catholics live together and are buried together in the same cemetery after a peaceful coexistance in the island for centuries.

Cemetery of Fadiouth

Cemetery of Fadiouth

Catholics and Muslims are buried together in another island of shells just by the village of Fadiouth surrounded by beautiful trees and with great views to the mangroves.

View from the cemetery

View from the cemetery

Since my first trip to Senegal in 2008 this village and its cemetery has always stayed in my mind as a great symbol of respect and tolerance that should be spread worldwide.