Jacaranda was the name of a boat sailed by a husband and wife. I think their names were Chuck and Linda. They were somewhat famous in the Sea of Cortez, at least among the sailing community. I guess ...
I had to realize that one day there's going to be something really huge. I had to accept that fact. It was so hard to do. I tried to look at things for a second and really understand what was happeni...
Unnatural, they called it, the love they have for me.
No. Unnatural was the devil’s shoal, that freezing beach at Normandy, where I was shot dead for him to see.
Sometimes on the seashore, the wind always seems to be present ....
A prose poem inspired by my grandma and her typical outfit.
A Haiku about an experience I had with my mom.
A trip that poses a question: What is reality?
A real life story of going to Mexico with it's vivacious spirited destinations, locality and exquisite cuisines, a day I still remember.
Come celebrate the feast day of the Virgen de Guadalupe!
Come, let's sway in a moonlit hammock, drafting ...
I was sat on top of a tiny dump truck when my mother finally arrived. The dump truck was black and so I was slowly being fried in the hot sun. "Son, I have arrived for you! I am terribly sorry for b...
Jacaranda was the name of a boat sailed by a husband and wife. I think their names were Chuck and Linda. They were somewhat famous in the Sea of Cortez, at least among the sailing community. I guess ...
I had to realize that one day there's going to be something really huge. I had to accept that fact. It was so hard to do. I tried to look at things for a second and really understand what was happeni...
Unnatural, they called it, the love they have for me.
No. Unnatural was the devil’s shoal, that freezing beach at Normandy, where I was shot dead for him to see.
Sometimes on the seashore, the wind always seems to be present ....
A prose poem inspired by my grandma and her typical outfit.
A Haiku about an experience I had with my mom.
A trip that poses a question: What is reality?
A real life story of going to Mexico with it's vivacious spirited destinations, locality and exquisite cuisines, a day I still remember.
Come celebrate the feast day of the Virgen de Guadalupe!
Come, let's sway in a moonlit hammock, drafting ...
I was sat on top of a tiny dump truck when my mother finally arrived. The dump truck was black and so I was slowly being fried in the hot sun. "Son, I have arrived for you! I am terribly sorry for b...