That enigma of the twentieth century, which is or was Carlos Castaneda, came to affirm that the art of dreaming was based, more or less, on transgressing the border of the apparently real or ordinary, to reach the source of the extraordinary, which is precisely the place where the myth lives.

That is to say, transcending the objective in order to haunt that other dimension or reality, where the spirit marks a tango, metaphorically speaking, while trying not to lose the rhythm of fascination that the archetype marks it.

Based on this, it would not be difficult for me to conclude that there are places that seem to have been specially designed as metaphorical dance floors, where the beauty and magnetism of the music have enough charm to induce the spirit to dance to the beat of the drums, as our ancestors did, more open to the call of the universal spirit that dwells everywhere.

Photography, after all, is still an excellent tool, which on many occasions also seems to have been created to help human beings on their long journey to transcendence.

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