Like all stories of creators who bring life from the dead, his story began with a struggling butcher, who chased a gray cat, caught it, took off its studded collar, and slit its throat.
Salvador PlascenciaAnd although Margarita lived in a world that predated Technicolor, she always dreamed of the boy in rich pastels.
Salvador PlascenciaI don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.
Salvador Plascencia