I look to you and I see nothing

I look to you to see the truth

after the moment

Pequeño viaje a través de la península.

close range

stoker (2013)

"My ears hear what others cannot hear; small faraway things people cannot normally see are visible to me. These senses are the fruits of a lifetime of longing, longing to be rescued, to be completed. Just as the skirt needs the wind to billow, I’m not formed by things that are of myself alone".