Every tremor is not a random act of nature, but a direct consequence of a world whose internal rhythm has been ignored for too long. ... // La Tierra no es un objeto inerte, sino un cuerpo vivo que reclama

Our eyes glazed on sand Awake at first light Interlocked in embrace Softly caressed With coffee and croissants Ran ragged on stones Excavated old bones On temples of yore In mystical storms Where berries