"There were two points of view he was having troubles reconciling. From the first one, he was seeing himself as some sort of adventurer, who was following his instincts in his quest for something great, just not well defined. From the second one, he was morally bankrupt, irresponsible criminal, who was lying and stealing to... Continue Reading →
La Vida de un Artista Nato or The Life of a Born Artist
"She is captivated by the silhouette of a lone Sangre caste bull on top of the hill,a valiant statue cut from the dawning light. She can't look away, already she knows:love is a dark and dangerous animal. For love, you must be prepared to die." A child born into the physically and mentally draining work... Continue Reading →