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I Wish I Were a Deadbeat Dad
Sometimes I wish I were a deadbeat dad. I’d be accountable only for me and my wants and needs. Sometimes I wish I were more selfish and kept my money in a savings account or just spent it on things I want, like trendy clothes and sneakers or after-work happy hours or expensive dinners or bottles at all night parties on weekends. I would sleep late on Sundays and never get up to cook breakfast, cause I don’t like bacon and eggs anyway. I wish I didn’t have to rush home after work to mundane, routine, often frustrated evenings, checking homework and disciplining a third grader who’s constantly in trouble at school. I would pay child support only when I wanted to or could, cause that wouldn’t be my priority. I wish I didn’t have that extra expense for health coverage. Instead, I would use that money to travel the way I used to. I wish I’d have some sense of spontaneity, so when a friend calls me to hang out, I could say “I’ll be right over” and simple gatherings or even dating wouldn’t become long-planned affairs at the mercy of a baby sitter’s availability. Sometimes I wish I wouldn’t have a little body dependent on me for his very survival. Life would be much easier.
It is me, my son – (2011)
It is me, my son, and you who’s inspired great change Before you, I was wandering deserted plains. It is you, who stopped the winds from blowing With no sail to go, I started quickly rowing. It is us, together hand in hand walking tall, we travel barren lands. Read the rest of this entry
Photos of People – April 2013
People – April 2013, a set on Flickr.
Some photos of models, women at a salon, at leisure, and maternity shots. Taken with a Canon 60D.
You Should’ve Said No – 2012
You shouldn’t smoke this other blunt, and you know it too. But your drunken ass just can’t say no to Sonia, licking the Dutchie with her raspberry mouth, because you don’t see a blunt at all, but imagine something else between her lips, and instead of saying no, you hand her a lighter.
Sonia is a professional at rolling pencil-straight blunts. You imaging she must be professional at other things too, because that’s how your perverse mind thinks. It doesn’t matter that she can’t cook rice and beans like Abuelita does, or that she leaves dirty panties in the tub, or thinks Uruguay is an exotic Malaysian dish. Read the rest of this entry
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Central Park, NYC – 2005
Shot and edited by Wilson Santos using a cheap 3meg camera. This video captures a typical summer weekend in central park, the heart and soul of New York City, with dancers, drummers, skaters and lovers. The track is titled “Love Song” by Nadirah Shakoor. The footage was rescued from an old hard drive that was about to be trashed.
My Love for you is Burnin (2010)
My love for you is burnin
Like Paris is burnin
New York burnin
New hope burnin
Flowers are burnin
Life is burnin Read the rest of this entry
Who is an Artist? (2013)
you are, who sees beauty in a leper’s face
when no one else will even glance
you who in moments of shame, still smile
because “life ain’t that serious,” you say
who at night sits in silence to hear the moon’s whisper,
because inspiration is born in those words Read the rest of this entry
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