Abstract Minimal
I sat in the Valencian February sun thawing the fug of hibernation. Face burning I pulled the crumpled broadsheet out of my rucksack. Folding it over my eyes skidded over the headline broken politics; conjuring crack I spun it through my mind.
Caruline
Caruline is a Brazilian woman living in Gràcia Barcelona. Pregnant with her second child; insomnia her bed mate. Held up by sunlight she walks her four-year-old quadrilingual son, Mattia, to nursery.
Rain Child
We dance in the holy corners where no light exists
You die 1000 times
An eye for a lucky charm.