Ode to the sun – poem
If at noon in December I look at the Argentinean sky, I swear at you, Continue Reading
If at noon in December I look at the Argentinean sky, I swear at you, Continue Reading →
For a moment, while I read through my thoughts I vacation to the remotest confines of the unexpected, and I need no trekking boots to explore the limits of the impossible, and in the gloomiest place at the gloomiest hour… Continue Reading →