There are birds singing all around me. Occasionally, a car drives past with the whoosh of wind that sounds almost like the ocean. When it’s
I’m not the best at caring for things. My books are worn – occasionally missing pages; my clothes are full of tiny rents and tattered
By Antonio J Galindo Aleman The time we are living in now looks like a story taken from a fiction book. The world is upside down
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter
“The artist penetrates the concrete world in order to find at its depths the image of its source, the image of ultimate reality.” Flannery
