Epic
Sucre — honey, honey
A soft breeze passes by, making the trees wave at anyone watching. The empty plate of Calabrese sits cluelessly on the round stone table. The slab is pierced by a dead wooden log, but it fits perfectly through the hole and shows no signs of deterioration. In fact, it still appears to be alive. The … Continue reading
Ten Minutes
There are oddly shaped trees in Colonia del Sacramento pointing their branches up into the brilliant blue skies like a grotesquely long stretched skelleton hand. Their skin is covered with a layered, blotty patchwork of olive, drab and kakhi. Each hand is raised as if praying to a celestial to send them the bright light … Continue reading
Welcome to the jungle
You wake up in a small wooden bungalow hut. Daylight glitters in through all the gaps in the roof and walls. There is a twirping and tweeting in the air of insects and birds you’ve never seen in your life before, and of course also chirping of crickets common at the country sides at home. … Continue reading