brilliant sunset. Sushi (and Susie) rolled in toasted quinoa. Gorgeous guitar players, playing real good for free in barranco.
These are the babies who will miss me while I’m gone.
I have arrived in Lima, City of kings. Or so they use to call, “La ciudad de Los Reyes” in the years when the colonizing Spanish came, jtook and stole, and built a walled city by one of the best natural ports in the world, the port of Callao. Today I will go to meet […]
In rehearsal and performance. Present tense, imaginary muscles, historical pride, myth.