My body is a revolution. This body of work – This body electric, Singing. My body is a battlefield. This landscape dotted With struggle and change. Fighting. My body is a temple. This celestial dance – Millennia surround us. Determined. My body is mine, My body is mine, My body.
Month: December 2016
Viva en Cuba
In the summer of 1998 after living for a year in Mexico City, I traveled for a few months with a friend I’d met at the UNAM. Our destination? Adventure. Last stop, Havana.
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