milkshakes and Bloom
These scenes always make me swoon and reminds me of this Neruda poem that I love. I want to know if you come with me toward not walking and not speaking. I want no communication; finally going with someone to see pure air, rays of light over the daily sea or a landbound object and finally having nothing to trade without goods to furnish as the colonizers had, exchanging coupons for silence. I […]