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Oh Lord!!!

Vallejo Nocturno 2009 - Vamos

Dancing with Your Funky Children

Vallejo Nocturno 2009 - in Philly

You can count them on one hand, those times when you become one with your children and savor the life as another child. For me it occurred last weekend at a good relative's wedding. Always a knowledgeable music nephew-the plan was to dance, dance, dance. My twenty-something children high on hard work and a mixture of latin and dance anthems got us pumped to dance four hours of our lives away. A more spiritual vortex I couldn't have experienced. My children, my god.

Playas con mi madre

Vallejo Nocturno 2009 - la Herradura

Ageing

Valleja Nocturna 2009 - in Thailand

Carolina y Flor

Vallejo Nocturno 2008 - Double Imagen

Miguel Angel

Vallejo Nocturno 2008 - street walking

Mi Primo

Vallejo Nocturno 2008 - my cousin in devoto

Mi Hermana. . .the healer

Vallejo Nocturno 2008 pix of pix of my sister
Among many things, she was an incredible cook, capable of preparing elaborate Peruvian dishes with the ingridients she had brought from Chiclayo without any recipe, purely from her culinary memory. Then there was her earthiness-a person of the people-always more at home with the unpretentious and hard working-more comfortable in the streets. I remember walking to downtown Lima back when I was turning 19 on my birthday morning after a night of endless partying with my cousins 70's style. She had come to get me to celebrate my birthday at one of her favorite restaurant in the old part of the city. Seeing the pain in my eyes as she tried to communicate to me, she told me that first she would take me to a decent cevicheria to get some "Leche de Tigre" to get me back up to speed. "Leche de Tigre" is the lime-based marinade to "cook" ceviche. It's white milky texture defies it's inherent fire. I gazed at the brew and chuged it down. 15 minutes later, with a new perspective on life, we were enjoying a Pilsen at the downtown plaza. And that is how my sister healed me. . . this last week as she smoked her cigarrette she passed way in Chiclayo-too young to leave her mother. . .

Relatives

My Aunt.....

The Man

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