This morning I woke up ( after an eight hour wrestle with insomnia ) wanting nothing more than to just disappear. How irresponsible and shameful would it be to cut all ties, load some bangles onto my wrists and head nowhere fast? They’d call me a gypsy, and they’d wish their routes were unchartered and their lives unmapped, like mine.
… an exquisitely sexy and glamourous gypsy, nonetheless…. should get me far. first stop: sur america.
esa es la realidad: vivir en tonos azules. añoro por ti, argentina.