Viet Nam has changed my relationship with coffee shops. They used to be a space where I worked and entertained my friends. Then, recently, they became a sort of anthropological space where I encountered a religious event which brought me to another level of appreciation and respect for local culture.
Que seguimos rompiendo aquí Esta fiesta no tiene fin Botellas para arriba, si Los tengo bailando, rompiendo y yo sigo aquí I’m in the first row on your show, in the first row👊 On the First Floor Power show 🎶 Your vibrato’s like vulnerable leaves, 🎶 You do
“And it kills me, the word sorry. As if something like music should be forgiven. He nuzzles into the wood like a lover, inhales, and at the first slow stroke, the crescendo seeps through our skin like warm water, we who have nothing but destinations, who dream of
Do you believe in a love that informs, enriches, and encourages creativity? What is the purpose of love, if not to uplift us, becalm us, and embalm our broken spirits? We do not want to be crippled and asphyxiated in love, we must be able to soar; our spirits must