Cities only differ in their local color. In a sense, once you have been to one city, you have been to all.
In rare occasions, billboards showcase personal messages. In such instances, billboards will become a strong attention magnet.
Twenty years ago, we said: “no more” and so we left the homeland. Venezuela has not changed much since then, I am afraid. And now the country faces yet another set of problems.
Energy can be transformed from one form to another, but it cannot be created or destroyed. Can we say the same of love?
In the mid 80’s, I stumbled upon the “Rubayaits” by Omar Khayyam, a poet who lived in the 12th century Persia. These poems are not about love but they do speak of the transience of things – just what young passionate lovers need to hear. Thirty years later (and a waning passion), this little reading gem still rings true to me.
Your victories are our victories!. But make no mistakes: we don’t take your victories -or your defeats- too seriously.
Sundown at “El Camellón”, Santa Marta, Colombia (1993) (English version follows below) Mientras transito por la iconica “Sunset Boulevard” de … More
“I love bald men. Just because you’ve lost your fuzz, don’t mean you ain’t a peach!” [Dolly Parton]
For the unaware North American or European traveler who first arrives in the tropics, a pleasant surprise awaits. Against the reference background of northerner landscapes, the colors of the tropics do stand out boldly.
Family unity among my cousins continues, a sense of nostalgia keeps growing and the joking around does not stop. My cousins are a living example of “the more, the merrier”!