no se va
-bacilos
native american man selling hand-made jewelery. santa fe, new mexico
the beautiful underbelly
no se va
-bacilos
native american man selling hand-made jewelery. santa fe, new mexico
and they’re harder to hold
-willie nelson
artist/bootseller. santa fe, new mexico
india is an open wound
mothers perpetuate the cries of infants
and human suffering springs up in the wilderness
like a fast moving train
las despedidas son jodidas, me dice (goodbyes are fucked, he tells me)
mientras viajamos per el basurero (as we travel through the landfills)
my heart is an open wound.
-hallie
written on a train to varanasi
wounded woman. santa fe, new mexico
and yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
and to yourself you sometimes say
“I never knew it was gonna be this way
why didn’t they tell me the day I was born”
and you start gettin’ chills and yer jumping from sweat
and you’re lookin’ for somethin’ you ain’t quite found yet
and yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
and the whole world’s a-watchin’ with a window peek stare
and yer good gal leaves and she’s long gone a-flying
and yer heart feels sick like fish when they’re fryin’
and yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
and you need it badly but it lays on the street
-bob dylan
man in a cathedral. santa fe, new mexico