We spin around the night and are consumed by fire: Cecilia Brunson talks with Nicolás Sánchez
The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest… Read more
The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest… Read more
El sol desciende en el oeste. La estrella nocturna comienza a brillar. Las aves buscan silenciosamente su nido. Yo el mío he de buscarNoche, William Blake Como seres humanos, nuestra grandeza yace no tanto en poder rehacer el mundosino en poder… Read more