aeropuerto de kenya

iquitos

she's the one (two)

i begin the descent, language carries me on.

the door whispers.

i pack the last of my belongings, all the time wandering if i am dressed appropiately, or if i should've layered up more, san francisco style.

the ground shivers, roots begin to sprout from deep within the cracks.

i feel blessed.

and decide to not look back, despite this overwhelming urge
to smell her hair again.

even if just for a couple of seconds
even if she doesn't stop me before i leave the country.

es mucho más fácil caminar hacia la luz, que desde ella

camino al algun lado

tanzania

perhaps even more so on sad nights such as this one

bruno montefferi en su viaje AMLT por el mundo (gracias bruno)