Córdoba, Argentina

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

War

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

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

My heart makes a jump as we past the Rio Mina and I see the willows leaning over the river. … More

I see see the cushions with flowers and a fuchsia coloured background. And the wooden floor and beams of cypress … More

What is it about remote places, About the silence About the stilness of the wind About Patagonian wind that puts … More

“True love waits”, the pink poster glued to the street wall tells me. I cross the railway on Coronel Niceto … More

If I would choose I would write about you and spend days following you on horseback in the Andes. They … More

“True love waits”. A pink poster with black letters is speaking to me as I cross the railway on Coronel … More

Me cayé casi sin ruido I hear the words of the gaucho singing born and raised cuyano on the other … More