"We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.I wish for all this to be marked on by body when I am dead. I believe in such cartography - to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communal histories, communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience."- Michael Ondaatjedetail from mixed media on canvas
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- divine creation
- es siempre más feliz quien más amó
- neon lights when you walk by
- our eyes
- lovers and tribes and tastes
- naked hearts
- wish upon the new dark moon
- rumor de nostalgias y sueños
- the red blouse
- I say fall
- intimate
- what excites your spirit?
- quedarme en vos
- a visitor
- in truth
- worthy of being loved
- un pobre corazón que te ama tanto
- Mother's Day
- te aguardo en mi sueño
- the cure
- books
- try hard ignoring those lips
- wildfire in the forest
- half agony half hope
- sense your scent
- madre de picasso
- simplemente soy
- children loving our children
- Mimi
- ancestral wisdom
- may of mothers
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