Memories, words. The afternoon bleeds out, your steps are amber-colored, brown in the silhouette of your body. I resist the…
I Saxophone, blues, bite, deluge, eyes the color of night. Jazz, pretexts. II Drinking lemonade in the…
Every morning the world is reborn, and every night it dies a little. We live inside a daily cycle of endings and beginnings. Life passes by in an instant. The present holds the…
There’s a clear distinction between night and day, and for everyone who walks the earth, it takes just the eyes to see this difference because once you open them, the view…
People have preferences for a lot of things; foods, places, clothes and a lot more. Not much is said about the time of day. Or maybe it's just me not seeing much of such…
Everywhere you turned to, there is movement, people going about their businesses, vehicles honking, voices calling out. In my country the Sun blasts so high making the weather…
I One migrates like the bison, freedom, illusion. Calm life, crisis, resistance. Sunflowers, bursts along the way.…
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