"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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- déjame robarte un beso que te enamore
- dear sweetheart
- que sepas
- just like you said
- mountains and sea
- cerca
- December 25th
- Noche Buena
- the path
- beloved Gurudev
- winter solstice
- anoche soñé contigo
- universality and cyclicity
- freedom to create
- todo lo que ves es lo que soy
- POPO
- love in a photograph
- alma de mar
- reconnecting to the celebration of life
- fruta
- another heart whispers back
- lovers, tribes and tastes
- dance me through the panic
- qualities
- if she were a regular friend she might dump you as...
- anoint the earth
- inertia
- my dear, it's what you don't say
- renunciation
- longing
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