A La Ahlambra

Palms are relfected in the face of the future as we reveal our passions...



Water runs in a shallow way that reveals us. Without a shadow, we are light. Without knowledge, fright.



It's not you. It's them.



Pillars of history, fragile and fading. They are passion. They are what we would be if we understood enthusiasm.



This bird is hungry.
When will we eat?
Am I awake for sunset?
If tomorrow's sun is gone, then, pray, what is today?