"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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- running
- pulled by the stars
- cada día sube una flor a tus labios a buscarme
- esperando
- my mind off of you
- your taste
- mouth
- yes
- no se atrevía
- summer solstice
- my ovaries and Snoop Dog
- hijacked my world that night
- disassembled
- lovers and tribes
- father's day
- to make you feel my love
- dance me
- mother courage
- un amor que te quiera despeinada
- nos vamos
- everything happens simultaneously
- te pienso
- te invento a veces con mi vanidad
- una migaja entre dos hambres
- hasta llegar a un beso
- tengo un amor
- mal de amores
- truth
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