Medellín is a dreamscape. It’s a parlor show best accompanied with multiple soundtracks. It’s part paradise, it’s part fevered hell, it’s all forms salvation.
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Tag: colombia
I blossomed into violet / flames while my / Self, in silent flight / within my soul, / drank and sang / until dawn.
He demands I be a man. What is it to be a man? I ask him.
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