Happy Birthday to Federico Garcia Lorca Wearing black mantillas,she thinks the world is tinyand the heart immense. Wearing black mantillas. She thinks that tender sighsand cries disappearinto currents of wind. …
Make the grass grow in the mouths of the dead
The nostaglia surge continues… I am infected by my past, by the reveries I would once upon a time fall prey to, by the staggering cocktail of mixing location with …