
Was it a dream, or was it real? The two of us, making our way to/through Rio de Janeiro… Continue Reading…

Was it a dream, or was it real? The two of us, making our way to/through Rio de Janeiro… Continue Reading…

To the north of Buenos Aires, an overnight bus ride away, Argentina meets Brazil. Or rather, waters divide land, marking separations which humankind is privileged to oblige on their maps of ink
Iguazu Falls; we follow the flow. At the precipice of earth and stone, poetry of water comes to life. Continue Reading…
