Over there, there are so many horses
they don’t even bother naming them.
This area of the Farista
and so fantasied about
is a mix of beauty and harshness,
landlocked between the trenches
of the mountains.
It’s a quest for the sublime,
but also for the imagery
and beliefs related to its pursuit.
It’s like making a waking dream come true,
like catching the feelings
of this terrestrial paradise,
where borders are as entangled
as the mountain ranges that define them.
It’s a state between imagination
between the quest
and the sense of already having seen
these spaces where people are forged
by their environment.
A hesitation between mirage and the reality
of what is appearing on the horizon,
probably because we are more open
to being surprised.
Words and photography. Matthieu Litt