Cuban living in Montreal. Chess Addict. Part-time teacher, full-time lover of dogs and cheesecake. Dancing when you are not looking.
The mist devours the road, swallowing its shadows. Leaving, in place of the orange blossom, a milky shroud of emptiness.
There was nothing colder than his eyes. A blustery winter tearing me up from a very high altitude. Always direct, never bridled stares…
Scrutinize the pride