Faces of Kashan / Rostros de Kashán


The afternoon sun burns the adobe walls white. A little girls comes on the deserted street, by leaning to one side she carries the flat breads for the Ramadan dinner, from afar she drills her finger into the air. “There lives God”, she says, with eyebrows pulled together, pointing to the small apartment-mosque. “God?” I ask. “Yes, God”, she nods seriously, not even stopping. I note to myself that place.

El sol de la tarde pone al rojo vivo los muros de adobe. Una niña pequeña, inclinada hacia el lado en que carga los panes para la cena de Ramadán, desde lejos apunta al aire con su dedo índice. «Allí vive Dios», dice frunciendo el ceño, señalando el pequeño piso de la mezquita. «¿Dios?», pregunto. «Sí, Dios», asiente con seriedad, sin detenerse. Apunto el lugar para mis adentros.



A Shiite religious song, recording from a ceremony. I took the pictures on the day of mourning for Ali, the first imam.
Canción religiosa chiíta, grabación de una ceremonia. Tomé las fotos el día del luto por Alí, el primer imam.

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