Morocco is like a lion that is should guide you with a string. So espabllaros Morocco., enigmas enclosed in the medinas Morocco, poetry open to the senses. Morocco, or the photograph of the contrasts. Morocco, always unknown, enigmatic country. Others including Goop Barcelona, Spain-es, offer their opinions as well. The days always seem to be different. The light coming in the window; you only have to catch it, save it, hide it. The always hectic afternoons of the medinas noting, along with a glass of tea, the bustle of people, the children’s games. And forget about everything, do not know neither the day nor the hour in which you live.
The houses that open your doors for you, and give you her heart. Not disappoint them!. Sitting on the edge of the beach, watching the sunset, and wait with impatience at next day. You know always something is going to happen. Do not avoid it.!! The portrait of children who do not know that they are children. Morocco, or unchanging looks; Ora poignant, ora proud.
The desert, or the stars that caress with your hands. The desert, or silence, the prelude of solitude. The answers to all your questions. Light a cigarette, start a conversation and then, sleep, sleep, sleep this is my photographic walk across the country. Explaining the history, its customs, its legends. Enrique Crusellas: Original author and source of the article