Beatriz Miranda’s Reviews > Boulder > Status Update

"I drink her like I'd been raised wandering the desert. (...) I cling to her the way lunatics embrace new beliefs or dangle from trees." --- GAYYYYY

"I don't study myself; I think. Actually, I take myself apart. (...) I don't even notice life carrying me away. I've found the perfect wave and I ride it as if I'd tamed it, as if everything hinged on the luck that I hand out, driven by the appetites of generosity."

"I'd gone through life fixated on an intangible conviction, tied down by the handful of things that kept me from becoming penniless, an outcast. I needed to face the emptiness, an emptiness I had dreamed of so often I'd turned it into a mast, a center of gravity to hold onto when life fell to pieces around me. I'd come from nothing, polluted, and yearned for windswept lands."

"(...) when some part of it still speaks of its place ín the world, its point of origin, the zone of exclusion that all creatures need in order to thrive. Water, earth, lungs. The perfect conditions for silence."

"I'd dug into the island with my nails and learned that the pulp of your fingers can harden, that the heart governs the body and shapes it according to its highest mandate: the will."