Thursday, January 26, 2012
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
oh madre.
motherhood. It changed my body. It made me feel like a 15 not ready to commit to this permanent position. It makes me question my ambition, my patience, my strength, my love. It makes me feel this, it makes me feel that. Every day, something different. Being a mother. I'm doing a good job, my kid is good, he hugs and kisses, he shares, he eats good, he sleeps good, he loves me, he loves you, he encourage me to be a kid with him. He screams, and so do I. He tugs when being changed and I tug when I am awakened from deep beautiful sleep. He laughs at nothing and makes me laugh, I make him laugh. He's organic. And I'm organic. I mess it up sometimes, I make it good sometimes, I fall short, I succeed. I do everything and I am okay.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
La historia// nos.
Lila Downs, April 11, 2009. La llorona. I fall in Love Part I. I was moved, you were moved, my secret lover. May 1, 2009. Skate Date. You see me glide, through the camera, and after, I tell you a story about my father and the sun rays, and you move, you get moved.
That's it, I'm love and I'm not going anywhere.
It doesn't have to take a long time to fall you know. It can happen, just, like, that.
That's it, I'm love and I'm not going anywhere.
It doesn't have to take a long time to fall you know. It can happen, just, like, that.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
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