Lovely lovely girls.
Lovely lovely lovely girls.
Getting drunk on the beach.
More beer! More brandy! More gin! And more pictures!
Uhm, Anna and Jeng, are you guys okay?
My ex-future and I. Uhm, what do you guys think? Yiheee!
Go, girls!
Click away!
Uhm, go, girls!
Dabest! Morris, the bartender, working his magic.
Ruthie.
Jamming with my main man, El Cid.
Mey-Mey and Ruthie.
Ruthie and Eve.
Hearty laugh.
Ruthie and Eve... with their special sauce.
Ruthie, Eve, Mey-Mey.
Backstage.
Jillmer, Daryle, Eve, and Mey-Mey.
Done with work.
Our clients enjoying the music of Brownbuds.
Stickdreams posing with our clients.
Jobe well done. Woohoo!
Milan, Ruthie, Danielle, and Mey-Mey.
The Chronicler's Creed
Where there's water and sun, where there are friends to see or new people to meet, where there's something new to learn, experience, or do, where there's life, there I will be.
LA POESÍA
Y fue a esa edad... Llegó la poesía
a buscarme. No sé, no sé de dónde
salió, de invierno o río.
No sé cómo ni cuándo,
no, no eran voces, no eran
palabras, ni silencio,
pero desde una calle me llamaba,
desde las ramas de la noche,
de pronto entre los otros,
entre fuegos violentos
o regresando solo,
allí estaba sin rostro
y me tocaba.
And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I do not know, I do not know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I do not know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
- An excerpt from LA POESÍA (Poetry) by Pablo Neruda
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