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It’s my last day in Corumbá And I’m going to miss you But I’ll tell you later In the meantime…

Eyes

I might not look at you for hours But I know exactly where you are all the time

In South America it never takes long until I find the horses.

Spring feels different here It goes from 40 degrees to 19 over night The trees are bright red and orange…

I know this is not a good idea I’ve been here so many times before The anxiety levels are running…

I sit in front of Chiesa e Cripta del Santo Sepolcro. And look up to the sky. Wonderful things are…

“You don’t know what you’re talking about”, he tells me as we are holding hands crossing the corner of Avenida…

We are at war you and I. We spend days trying to win each other over. What will it take…

There will be no French ciders to drink by the foot of the Andes. And it won’t be a 60…

I try not to let my feelings dominate me, he says. Is that why you start your mornings smoking a…