I’ve been thinking of putting this up for a long time now…
A Spanish poet.
It sometimes put me to sleep while thinking about it…
Sam, my nephew:one early morning.
Now I won’t wait ‘til reason starts to evade me and ask myself why I didn’t do what I ought to do.
Old ladies of Sagada.
The Ifugaos of Banaue.
I believe I can make it happen, so… here ‘tis.
the unbearable lightness of being me. 