Free-spirited lover of music, travel, independence, adventures, bargain hunting and languages with a forever erratic body clock.
I started exploring the art of poetry when I spent three weeks off the radar in Cuba. Detached from society. Disconnected from technology. Just my thoughts and I.
I continued to write on my journey around South America, each poem accompanied by a photo. I came to realise how cathartic poetry is to express emotions. Also how powerful it is as a form of capturing memories. Photos capture a memory visually; poetry captures emotions and the way you are thinking at the time.
I am living in Berlin at the moment, still writing and have decided it is time to share the thoughts in my head.
These are great moments of memories. I want to enlarge and fram the black and white phot of the mama’s hands forming the empanadas.
You can imagine how fast and consistent she folded them
Do you know the story behind the missing fingers? Is that a photo of Salvador Allende in the background?
It’s Gabriel García Márquez; ironically he had died a few days earlier.
I can’t remember how they lost both of them now, but I’m going to write to Roberto, Manuel’s son, and ask him 😉
Fascinating! Let me know when you hear from them 🙂