a road trip, salt and dream pop classics
agnes martin and georgia o'keeffe were right
lately i have felt quite romantic. while on the road, on my way to the beach — a beach that might have been beautiful back in the 60’s— the air was dry and suffocating. there was only steep mountains and deep ravines, a landscape of browns and yellows with a dust of green here and there. the unforgiving sun with its heavy hands on other bodies and mine, the brutal landscape and a stream of life ‘el agua viva’ escaping towards the tyrant —sky— and yet, there is comfort in the scene. this holding onto dear life, this burning i know. this white silence.
“this sense of 'place' — that there was nothing to be wanted from material things, nothing to be saved.”
eve babitz
the burning sand and the desert, the dying tree and the lizard. i can't help myself, i feel fresh and revolutionary even when i'm burning too. i don't come back to this spaces because they are pretty although they are certainly beyond beauty, i come back because i recognize this pulsating life, this insistence and quiet refusal to what? i'm not entirely sure.
the scorpion and i, we are the same and we are together in this undoing.
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if you are feeling a little apocalyptic this poem too. every exquisite thing by heidi andrea restrepo rhodes
into the blue by antoneta alamat kusijanovic. a short film that highlighted for me the smell of salt and the feeling of an uneven path of dirt while barefoot
my unfulfilled wish of drinking crema de coco
one poem very dear to my dainty heart huipil by natalia toledo, about lizards, ecstasy , and a sky burning.
tus ojos by belanova. if only i was a young woman in the early 2000’s popping at the club with her music <3 an icon ahead of her time
love and light, 🎐