Prescott — I grew up on a farm in the mountainous region of Putumayo, Colombia. I remember sitting outside on the veranda watching the rain pour. I remember the smell of wet grass and soil. There was a slight breeze that rushed past me as if I were invisible. I could hear the tapping of the water above me, it was so loud that it almost resembled hail on a tin roof. I watched the gutter go from trickling wate...
Prescott — I love seeing people walking about in the early morning. It’s 6AM and there they are already out. You see the business man in his navy suit, leather shoes and briefcase rushing to work. You see the wo...
Prescott — Sometimes you meet someone and it’s clear that on some level the two of you belong together but at the same time you’re just not meant to be. Love is such a paradox sometimes. Leading us to believe on...
Meaningful last words...
I have forgotten...
How can I long so much for someone I have yet to meet?
Aun en la distancia, yo te quiero
She is wild because she is free.
Certainty is irrelevant in the matter of you.
Love is happiness
I keep thinking about what could have been.
It's a Wondrous World
I am grateful for the quiet moments when you just feel so grateful to be alive and blessed to be surrounded by such beauty.
A letter to an EX
Por que el pasado no se repite?
My eyes adjust to the dark at the same time I hear the rattle, loud and fast and so close.
There were always tables in the mornings.Countless memories of countless bands hidden in the floorboards.
A childhood memory