Barcelona
“Oh, you are so pretty!” I don’t know if it was my swollen eyes, zombie walk, disheveled hair, or the eerie darkness that surrounded me, but that is how I […]
“Oh, you are so pretty!” I don’t know if it was my swollen eyes, zombie walk, disheveled hair, or the eerie darkness that surrounded me, but that is how I […]
“The cemetery is my home; I want to be a part of it, invisible even to the night. Then I’ll read poetry to the stones. Maybe one day I could […]