“When the rich wage war, it’s the poor who die.” JPS
Alambre de espino cosido por tus manos Cuyas uñas han arañado las aristas de este mundoFuerte calado de acero que corrobora tu…
Cuando miramos, cuando acercamos la mirada, destrozamos, reconstruimos o le damos vida a las imágenes que se asoman al ojo o que vienen de…
I was seated at the porch like any other day. I was waiting for something to happen while the sun was burning my skin with no regret. I do not remember quite certain what I was expecting or if whether I was waiting for something special, or if I was decidedly objecting some substantial instance…