13 November – Friday

It’s been a long week, full of life changing events. Birth, death, connected by morphine, yet so distant.

Today, on Friday the 13th, all I want is to spread my wings and fly up to the clouds to get some fresh air. Like Rocío Molina on this old poster from the Barbican… ready to take off.

Bosque Ardora, what a show!

Rocío, what a woman! (I wrote a post about her two years ago but as if it was two weeks ago. Relevant, up to date, just like she is. Link here. )

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