Iran the other side of the desert

Just outside the walls of the citadel. Miles and miles of vast desert is waiting to share thoughts and moments of silence.

But this is not any other desert, it support life, colors and shapes.

Los que aun viven es estos parajes son gente dura, adaptadas a las condiciones extremas, y ha vivir en el aislamiento. Quizas sea la soledad la que los hace ser tan agradecidos y hospitalarios. Son ellos los que dan un especial toque de color a las áridas tierras.

The heat of the desert borwn the hearts of this people, and the sun whom sweetens.

After a mirage.

Appears Oasis.

An ancient obligatory stop those merchants who crossed this land in search of prosperous businesses. Its people still tell stories of years past, of ancient routes, than were the roots of his people.

A past, with a long history.

That proud preserved and show.

A door in time.

It tells of great knights.

And epic battles.

 

Moments of glory and splendor of an empire, which today is discriminated against for their beliefs and the richness of its soil.

A 70 km from the city of Shiraz in Fars province is تخت جمشید Persepolis, where still standing the pillars which was the capital of the Persian Empire during the Achaemenid era.

 

 

Under the guardian figures of  the Grifos, in the middle of the desert Persapolis still lives.

 

Walking amongst the ruins, still feels the magnificence of this place

At that neither the passage of time has managed to steal the magic shows.

Where in the past, flocked lords of all lands of the empire and merchants from all over the known world.

A golden glory years, remembered for centuries.