Azul casi morado

Adios Rita,

buscaremos tu voz en la oscuridad, ahi donde sonries.

Gracias por TODO.

Foto: Jorge Claro León

The Crust

I didn't touch my wound.

didn't touch it FOR YEARS!

I waited patiently. Desperately.

Oh gods how it ITCHED sometimes!

And now, finally, the crust is about to fall,to crumble, to disintegrate into human dust.

the crust is almost gone. Look, what a beautiful SCAR.

I'm about to be ready

for new desperations