Cemetery Wayúu (Cabo de la Vela)

Earth orange and iridescent. The round sun, resounding eternal heat, the breeze that never comes. Cactus forests, dry ponds, small white reflecting saline ponds. The road to the Pilon de Azucar in the middle of nowhere and suddenly I see a humble cemetery Wayuu. It is surrounded by logs stuck in the sand. Inside, small vaults, earth floors, white painted adobe doors. The place feels a world away. It has a special silence, a particular energy. Strong, deep-stirring.