a walk along the river, saturday meet ups... hands at work... they laugh, we talk about this and that... all very normal stuff... a laugh here and there... thinking of projects and ways we can all come together and meanwhile, life goes by in every head... one thinks about this one beautiful creature that has parted knowingly or unexpectedly and we still use our hands and words to convey a message of love... and until “la flaca” comes and gets us... we will gather to make and make our worlds intersect... a small idea to keepjane close to your heart... may death be only the bridge that connects all those mysteries with our myths... salud!