Priorities

A cigar and a coffee while watching life go by

Waiting
Good things take time.

 

We have color
You just have to go look for them

 

Patience of a master
Writing who knows what, to go to who knows where to teach who knows who...

 

Always from above
In one way or another, we all work for a vice.

 

Street poetry
His soul writes what he sees happen before his eyes

I have walked so many times but no day is the same

 

 

Personal shelter
His armor against the sun and the camera.

 

Different dimensions.
And which one are you in?

 

Every night a new story, hundreds of lives that intersect.