White Village Series I - Entry to #monomad/Serie Pueblo Blanco I - Entrada al #monomad [ENG-ESP]

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Music inevitably has the power to stir our souls. There are songs that allow us to journey into the imagination; we give them faces, we associate them with places. This is the case with this song by the Catalan Joan Manuel Serrat. White Village has always felt like a portrait of my place, my village.

The descriptions and the underlying message lead me to this definitive association. The monochrome treatment emphasizes the intention to show the stark reality, which, even in destruction, suggests a kind of beauty that we can only truly understand through the winks of memory and a deep, primal affection.

Today I share with you this first series of "portraits" of those spaces that such sensitive constructions suggest to me, and also a fragment of the lyrics written by Serrat:

Hanging from a ravine
My white village sleeps
Under a sky that,
for lack of ever seeing the sea
Forgot to weep
For its dusty, stony streets
Because neither war
nor anything else passed through
Only oblivion
Walks slowly along the edge
of the ravine
Where not a flower grows
Nor does a shepherd migrate...

Joan Manuel Serrat
Source

I hope you can connect with the concept behind the photographs.

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This is my entry for #monomad, sponsored by @brumest and @monochromes.

See you in other photographic reflections.

Until then, I send you hugs of light.

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Photography	White Village Series I
Camera Used	Smartphone
Model	Redmi A5
Editing program	NeroCam Photo Editor
Photographer	@maiasun84
Location	Mayabeque, Cuba

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_{©Copyright 2025 Maia Mayrelis Ruiz Torres. All rights reserved.}

_{Content translated with Google Translator. Banners designed Canva}

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La música inevitablemente tiene la cualidad de provocarnos el alma. Hay canciones que nos permiten el viaje imaginario, les ponemos rostros, les asociamos a espacios. Es el caso de esta canción del catalán Joan Manuel Serrat.

Pueblo Blanco siempre me ha resultado un retrato de mi lugar de mi pueblo, las descripciones y el discurso entre líneas que sostiene me llevan a esta asociación definitiva.

El tratamiento en monocroma enfatiza la intención de mostrar la realidad contrastada, que aún en la destrucción, sugiere esa clase de belleza que solo sabremos comprender entre los guiños de la memoria y un profundo afecto raigal.

Hoy les comparto esta primera serie de "retratos" de esos espacios que me sugieren tales construcciones sensibles y también un fragmento de la letra escrita por Serrat:

Colgado de un barranco
Duerme mi pueblo blanco
Bajo un cielo que, a fuerza
De no ver nunca el mar
Se olvidó de llorar
Por sus callejas de polvo y piedra
Por no pasar, ni pasó la guerra
Sólo el olvido
Camina lento bordeando la cañada
Donde no crece una flor
Ni trashuma un pastor...

Joan Manuel Serrat

Fuente

Espero que puedan conectar con el concepto tras las fotografías.

Esta es mi entrada al #monomad, auspiciado por @brumest y @monochromes.

Nos encontramos en otras reflexiones fotográficas.

Hasta entonces, les dejo abrazos de luz

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Photography	**Serie Pueblo Blanco I **
Camera Used	Smartphone
Model	Redmi A5
Editing program	NeroCam Photo Editor
Photographer	@maiasun84
Location	Mayabeque, Cuba

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