Fotos de Voies | Descarga imágenes libres de derechos y en alta resolución https://www.cizucu.com/es/explore/photos/voies es 2026-05-04T08:19:02+09:00 60 cizucu RSS Feed Generator © 2026 cizucu Inc. All rights reserved. es https://www.cizucu.com/assets/favicons/favicon.ico #080c4c <![CDATA[『背中に響くリズム』 馬の足音と、人の声。 森の奥へ進むたびに、 心は少しずつ解けていく。 #森の記憶 #赤い法被 #馬と共に | drm0702]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/phnmlRT1CyT70ePbwvho drm0702 https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/v3jSvl6TwmfSMjfmE1GdaIYjCtM2 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/phnmlRT1CyT70ePbwvho Mon, 01 Sep 2025 08:22:19 GMT 2026-01-18T05:41:30+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/phnmlRT1CyT70ePbwvho.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[March, Unlived I left before the thaw could speak, before the sidewalks loosened their grip on salt and silence. In the country where I am from, March is a quiet revolution— not loud, not certain, but felt in the soft rebellion of light lingering just a breath longer on familiar walls. Here, where I chose to live for now, seasons do not hesitate. The air is already complete, lush, unwavering— no trembling in-between. And yet I find myself missing that fragile hesitation. The way winter would loosen its cold fingers slowly, as if unsure it should let go. The way people would almost smile again, as if remembering something they hadn’t needed in months. I traded that uncertainty for endless warmth, for skies that do not question themselves. But March— March was never about certainty. It was about sitting between worlds, coat half-open, heart unsure, waiting for something unnamed to return. Somewhere, my family gathers around a table set for Easter, voices rising like the first birds, familiar, imperfect, whole. And here, palm leaves move without memory. I chose the sun, but I think of that soft, grey light— how it carried hope not as a promise, but as a possibility. And maybe that is what I miss most: not the cold, not the country— but the feeling of something beginning without knowing if it will last. | analogbysissi]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5 analogbysissi https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/bGcW6RBOnzR08kS9qh7M8YjSgeQ2 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5 Wed, 25 Mar 2026 15:24:24 GMT 2026-04-03T03:01:43+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[March, Unlived I left before the thaw could speak, before the sidewalks loosened their grip on salt and silence. In the country where I am from, March is a quiet revolution— not loud, not certain, but felt in the soft rebellion of light lingering just a breath longer on familiar walls. Here, where I chose to live for now, seasons do not hesitate. The air is already complete, lush, unwavering— no trembling in-between. And yet I find myself missing that fragile hesitation. The way winter would loosen its cold fingers slowly, as if unsure it should let go. The way people would almost smile again, as if remembering something they hadn’t needed in months. I traded that uncertainty for endless warmth, for skies that do not question themselves. But March— March was never about certainty. It was about sitting between worlds, coat half-open, heart unsure, waiting for something unnamed to return. Somewhere, my family gathers around a table set for Easter, voices rising like the first birds, familiar, imperfect, whole. And here, palm leaves move without memory. I chose the sun, but I think of that soft, grey light— how it carried hope not as a promise, but as a possibility. And maybe that is what I miss most: not the cold, not the country— but the feeling of something beginning without knowing if it will last. | analogbysissi]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5 analogbysissi https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/bGcW6RBOnzR08kS9qh7M8YjSgeQ2 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5 Wed, 25 Mar 2026 15:24:24 GMT 2026-03-25T15:24:24+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[In the crowded streets of Mumbai, the air trembles with chants, drums, and clouds of color during Ganesh Chaturthi. Amid the sea of people, the towering idol of Ganesha rises above the crowd, carried on countless shoulders that move together with devotion and love. For days, Lord Ganesha is welcomed into homes and hearts as a symbol of hope, protection, and new beginnings. But this moment captures the most emotional chapter of the celebration—the farewell. As the idol moves toward the sea for immersion, the joy of celebration blends with the quiet sadness of letting go. The raised hands, the colored smoke, and the intense energy of the crowd reflect something deeper than a festival. They reveal a powerful bond between faith and people. In this moment, thousands of voices chant together, not just to celebrate, but to express gratitude. This photograph freezes a fleeting yet powerful emotion—the instant when devotion becomes both a celebration and a goodbye. A reminder that faith is not only about welcoming the divine, but also about trusting the cycle of return, where every farewell carries the promise of another beginning. | Nishikantsnaps]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/bm1s4iqsLRZClLEvpQxw Nishikantsnaps https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/Rki5wUVOK0fCsi9t5F3X8uJCrIb2 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/bm1s4iqsLRZClLEvpQxw Fri, 13 Mar 2026 13:43:41 GMT 2026-03-13T13:43:41+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/bm1s4iqsLRZClLEvpQxw.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[In the crowded streets of Mumbai, the air trembles with chants, drums, and clouds of color during Ganesh Chaturthi. Amid the sea of people, the towering idol of Ganesha rises above the crowd, carried on countless shoulders that move together with devotion and love. For days, Lord Ganesha is welcomed into homes and hearts as a symbol of hope, protection, and new beginnings. But this moment captures the most emotional chapter of the celebration—the farewell. As the idol moves toward the sea for immersion, the joy of celebration blends with the quiet sadness of letting go. The raised hands, the colored smoke, and the intense energy of the crowd reflect something deeper than a festival. They reveal a powerful bond between faith and people. In this moment, thousands of voices chant together, not just to celebrate, but to express gratitude. This photograph freezes a fleeting yet powerful emotion—the instant when devotion becomes both a celebration and a goodbye. A reminder that faith is not only about welcoming the divine, but also about trusting the cycle of return, where every farewell carries the promise of another beginning. | Nishikantsnaps]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/bm1s4iqsLRZClLEvpQxw Nishikantsnaps https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/Rki5wUVOK0fCsi9t5F3X8uJCrIb2 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/bm1s4iqsLRZClLEvpQxw Fri, 13 Mar 2026 13:43:41 GMT 2026-05-03T13:55:53+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/bm1s4iqsLRZClLEvpQxw.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[A stylish man seated in front of his shop at a local market in Maubisse, Timor Leste. Virgin exhibitor here. Timor Leste has been a place that's close to my heart since I first travelled there in 2018, and again in 2024. So felt it was only fitting to showcase something from there for my first exhibition 😊 Having gained independence only in 2002, Timor is Asia's youngest country. Inspired after watching John Pilger's documentary 'Death of a Nation: The Timor Conspiracy', I set out in search to better understand how a country is post-war. I solo travelled around Timor for 2 months capturing different stories and lived experiences during the war from Timorese folks, and learnt so much about what happened during, before, and after the war from a local's perspective. It was one of the most eye-opening, truly heartwarming, and utterly heart-wrenching experiences of my life, but what stuck was the wisdom, quiet strength, resilience and beauty of the Timorese which are forever etched in me. This also kick-started my journey towards questioning Western media reportages, biases, and their heavy but not necessarily full-picture influence on us, their global audience. We really do need to hear more voices from within, not just Western perspectives. I hope to encourage opening up convos about Timor Leste, and would love for more people to learn about Asia's youngest country. | Lavita Kala]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/frHzhbGPsM4jSEmlQNpw Lavita Kala https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/Z34f8fLvXpWSxV1cqJZle6GsHOi2 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/frHzhbGPsM4jSEmlQNpw Sat, 21 Mar 2026 15:27:31 GMT 2026-03-29T14:19:39+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/frHzhbGPsM4jSEmlQNpw.jpg?auto=compress,format