Busisness Skirt And Stockings

Cipactli

houses, rivers, cactus, clouds distorted in the sky ... The earth so firm, so green ..
And the life I'm living and seeing. With my two dangling pearls peyote mushrooms and I grow on my feet ocelots run through my thoughts, and I feel now I can hear the voices of my ancestors whisper softly while quetzalcoatl walking, running and flying over the cornfields and rises to greet the sun god, who no longer calls for taxes hearts but his legacy and memory of sighs at dawn.

Lemon Juice, Acalka, Sambong

Rumor Has It ...

... that sadness is the best muse.

Or that when we are happy we have nothing to tell, and it is precisely when life gives us our timelime dragged when full.

One thing is certain: my best photos and writings have been birthed at a time when I felt rather sad. Or confused.


My absence here does not mean that recent months have been a compendium of happiness and fun, of course, good things have happened, but others have also become less so. I closed stages
thought impossible to close, I cobbled (And tried to launch) new roads and I've re-found in sitaciones that are not new, but they feel as if they were.

who suffers is my camera, which has not taken a single picture since I do not know how long. It's my pencil, whose only activities could be described as \u0026lt;académicas>

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