teresa-a-cardona
Cuban
I will hunt for an abandoned life, and I will bleed ink and become phrases. When I dream, I dream in freshly printed pages and faded dog-eared novels. I will live my life in the pencil sketches, I have drawn of this world. I will believe in the inks of my beliefs. Some call me weak for not accepting what they call reality. But I will proclaim this is my reality!
