Majestic / Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo
Today, New York unravelled a little before my uneasiness. My heart shrinks at the hour of twilight. The city makes itself ephemeral, Cuba emerges with the darkness. I extend my hands and breathe out loud, but still it’s as if never again I would be able to love my love. I buy cards to call … Continue reading “Majestic / Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo”