a poem - a flower


"There is a flower I have found,
there is a smile I have kissed
and I want to keep on my hands
the flower that has kissed me"
 -
She hides from the sunlight
away in a dark garden
 where her brown eyes
cannot see mine.

Her name I cannot tell
reserved to the Gods it is
as from heaven to hell
all beauty and danger she is.

All what she wants is
a caress on her face
while the wind and sun sing
these magic words to her.

and as the time goes
the flower slowly rises everyday
to smile to the sun
and let herself be hold on my hands...
                                             C.L.

Untitled XXXIII. From the series The solitude of delirium.

a poem - Rotten

My heart has been broken thousands of times
and I have broken others only twice.

I clearly remember their names
but barely their faces
maybe, I was not in love.

I danced with some of them
and held hands with only ten
maybe, that is the way I used to love.

I told them magical words from my heart,
call them princesses and said they are beautiful as a summer sky
but all that was forgotten.

Poetry is useless these days,
who cares if the moon cries for us every night.

Everything is rotten.
She could not understand my gaze
and a year ago she said No

but
if the sky was red when that word was said
was a sign that I was in love?

I wrote all their names on my skin in red
but if it was me who had tears when they left
was it love?

and if i still can smile when I remember your eyes
is because
maybe, I still can love...
                             Carlos Lopez, December 2014

Two stories. From the series The solitude of delirium.

a poem - F**ck you all

The princess has cried
because the sun has hidden
and despite the rising stars
still is broken her heart.
 
There is no storm anymore
just a rainbow to be seen
and if it rains again
shout to the clouds: "F**k you all then!"
 
The princess doesn't want to be princess
she only want to be kissed
but in the meantime come with me
and let's smoke some weed. :D
                                           Carlos Lopez, November 2014.

a poem - messy hair

You wanted to kiss me today
and I barely could escape.

Beautiful is your face,
light blue your mischievous eyes,
flirty your fleeting smile
and your anger spontaneous
but you are a very dirty dirty girl
that I like your messy hair
and tell you goodbye every day.

                                                              Carlos Lopez, April 2014. 

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a poem - The princess

I can see trough your eyes
 the little girl behind,
 feel your scratched hands
 looking for a nice heart,
 and hear your soul
 laughing at the sky.

However I cannot kiss you tonight
 neither flirt with your smile
 nor tell you my poems till sunrise.

But I will kidnap you tomorrow somehow
 close you eyes with my hands
 and let you imagine
 the princess that you really are.

                                                              Carlos Lopez, October 2014


An interview: Max Cabello, Peruvian photographer.

The remains of a grown woman and a girl are dug up from
a mass grave located in Chungui.
Bride during wedding celebrations at Chungui

Max Cabello, is a Peruvian documentary photographer. Finalist of the Leica Oskar Barnak Award 2014 with his series about Chunguis, a small village in the Peruvian Andes severely affected by the terrorism in the 80's. Founding memeber of the photo collective Supay fotos in this interview from 2012 he share some insights about his beginnings and motivation.

 How you start in photography?
All started in the university, in 1995. I was studing Communication sciences and there as was course that was mandatory, taught by Veronica Barclay, that was a very demanding teacher.
To pass the course you had to develop a series. I choose the topic of Circuses. I think I did not do it so bad taking as a fact that I was strugling with the use of the equipment.
As there was no photography program, let;s say I learned in on my own. I read all photograhy books from the university
I remember too have visited an exhibition of Martin Chambi and TAFOS. All were images in black and white...

Why the interest in documentary?
Is because I have interest for  historic literature or anthropological, as well for the works of Peruvian writers, (Mario Vargas Llosa, Ciro Alegria, Jose Maria Arguedas, Enrique Bryce) and some more epic like Iliad.
When I was a child I used to collect album and its figures 
Photograph people in a long period of time connect in some way my taste for history or the anthropology. Observe them, participate in their lives and represent what I see trough a photograph is a way to keep evidence of those memories. I think that is like make a study properly researched and in deep.

From the series Circus.

From the series Circus.


How you choose your stories?
 There is no method on this. Altough a motif  habe been some fascination for the themes and in other cases a need to explore a topic I like.
The series of  circuses was a pandora box. I went to many as a child. When I stared the series I imagined lions, tigers at least squalid but during the process I only saw two sheeps. 
In some way the surprise factor is good but works at the beginning and other is try to discover in our everyday symbols that allow us say something.

You started as a daily news photographer, in what moment decide to develop long term projects?
I think that was the methodology I learned since I was in the university (to talk to the people, not be invasive, spend time with them, etc) I felt like I am constructing a novel or a feature film.
I am not saying I dont take individual pictures but I am bond to this kind of work or make series.
When I started to work in the newspaper I had already this formation.
By the way I like the work of the people of Magnum until 1997 (Salgado, Bruce Davidson, Koudelka)





About your series about punks in Lima, how was your approach to them? Tell me more about it.
This was due to i wanted to do something about young people. Is a story of youth, it is still ongoing.
Between 1998 and 1999 I started to go to concerts, I think I went to as many as I could, mostly punks, dark and festival where both genders converged, there I took photos of bands, then I became friend with them and decide to photograph the punk scene.
In some way I was inside, everyday was about music, sometime about do nothing, the unconformity, the inevitable alcohol and the mosh pits. I was there, not always taking photos until approximately 2005 

There was something I think was urgent, that there were no reportages in deep about youth or was a topic that was not taken seriously the idea of portrait a generation that wanted to say something. There was no a graphic memory of the young people of that decade, not necessary related to the music scene.

In what moment you decide a series is finished?
Before I though that having a groups of images that contain all was enough. That there should be a emotional fatigue to say: I am done. But of course I could not determinate when do the cut.
Now I think no series is done in itself. Even i would like to continue some but because of time is difficult.
I would say I don't like ending, I rather continue them.

Your topics are about marginal people, why your interest on them?
I don't know. I felt a nesesity to photograph them, specially because I saw that some topics in Peru were not shown. Around the world yes, but not here (like the punks).
The search to know and portrait a generation is more a power of the literature (the first books of Vargas Llosa, Oscar Malca, Oswaldo Reinoso) but in a photographic level I could not find.

Does some photographer that have motivated/inspired you?
There are too many. From Peru the photographers from the newspapers El Mundo, El Comercio and El Sol until the year 2000. Then the images from Daniel Pajuelo, Jaime Razuri, Mayu Mohanna, Cecilia Larrabure, Sergio Urday, there as a brilliant generation that develop histories since the mid 90's. And of course the great Martin Chambi and of course the photographers from Supay.

There are as well Salgado,Natchwey, all Magnum, Bruce Davidson, Luc Delahaye, Alex Majoli, Thomas Dworzak, Jonas Bendiksen, Eugene Richards, Alex Webb, etc. Now Martin Parr, Darcy Padilla and Denis Darzaq.
Casting Huayno singers in a singing school.
From The Girls want to be singers Wayno
(2014)
Carnival Party in the southern outskirts of Lima. A family dance around a tree that have adorned with small gifts (buckets, blankets, blankets and some small toys). This party's own rural home residents called cortamonte or yunza. Attendees celebrated around the tree and then be cut, and then pick up the presents they were decorating the tree.
From the series: Happy Days in the new quarters of the periphery of Lima (2013)

a poem - Secret

You know me
but you don't know who I am
and despite you know who I am
you don't know me.

One day,
you will kiss me.
You don't know it yet,
it is my secret.
                                                       Carlos Lopez May, 2014



From the series "The delirium loneliness"



a poem - Slap your ass

I couln't kiss you today
neither hold your hand
nor slap your ass.

There have been eternal hours
without seen your smile
and bruised eyes.

But the night just start
so I let the Devil and the stars guide my path
to your pussy and heart.


                                              Carlos Lopez, November 2013.