In Seville, in the fences of a palace where a caliph had a dream in a garden, even echoing peals of smell of gunpowder and metal. They say that a cathedral that lifts ships remains sad story from a while back. A loneliness that never lived is now his most faithful friend. Nearly three centuries of civil life and do not resonate within its walls. People ask about his health without response. They say that walking protected. Some toy soldiers, searching for the powder was, monitor their roofs from that day where it closed a gunner temple amid the city chaos.
Vane former artillery factory in Seville. 1782.
Photo: José Javier Rodríguez Comas
The blog where it fuses the human and the divine in the form of photography. Where Sevilla is the key, traditions, innovation, beliefs, and anything that escapes the eye of man, since the aim of J. Javier Rodríguez Comas ... 
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