The smell of palo santo: 06 de abril de 2015
There was shoulder-length curly hair and amber smiley eyes, the smell of palo santo, a symbol tattooed on the shoulder, a pierced lip, a smooth laugh, nervous energy, and there I have fallen. A million future memories blur the present…
Pigeons swim in trash piles in Montevideo: 10 de enero de 2014
A man walking down the street carries a birdcage with a green parrot inside. Pigeons swim in trash piles. I step outside, turn to close the door, and they hop and chirrup. Dirty papers rustle in the wind. Here there…