“Like everyone, I want my soul to thrum. I run my long nails over the keys like I'm scratching the back of a lover.” — Carlos Hernández Copy Share Image
“Like everyone, I want my soul to thrum. I run my long nails over the keys like I'm scratching the back of a lover.” — Carlos Hernández Copy Share Image
“You see, Mr. Vidón, back in the day in Venezia, anyone could disguise themselves in a bauta mask: ricco o povero, uomo o donna, it didn’t matter. You had to treat everyone in a bauta mask with respect, because you never knew whose face was underneath. It was a way for everyone to play, to have fun together, to make… — Carlos Hernandez Copy Share
