Israel Segall

We are all going to die. Perhaps this is the only inescapable truth about human beings. However, the big questions, the ones that keep the species on tenterhooks, are when and how. We wait expectantly for years for this event, hesitant and fearful of what will inevitably happen...

Y si hoy te noto en un capullo de aromas
Y si llegas a cambiar mi ritmo cardiaco por accidente...

Her face was a complete contradiction: youth and freshness, accompanied by pronounced dark circles under her eyes. “It’s the cost of living in Australia,” she said. She nimbly positioned herself at the side of the table, coffee in hand, as a barely concealed yawn escaped her mouth.

Viviana Sosa is one of the thousands of international students who arrive in Australia from Latin America, chasing dreams, trying to improve their professional profile. She arrived from Medellín, Colombia, two months

1,2,3, pause....1,2,3, pause.
All day I had been listening to the salsa beats. I couldn't help but move my hips, my emotions. The vibrations coming from the headphones made everything musical. I was 15 when I discovered it was more than just a happy rhythm that coursed through the body like electricity, with a relentless cadence. There was a hidden history of sorrow, of heartbreak, of immigrants looking for a small space in a society that did not belong to them...

As I emerged from lethargy I questioned the certainty of the moment, of you, of me, of us.
Perhaps subtly I left my imagination in the kaleidoscope of hope...

Faces in bodies that don't belong there. Senses covered with headphones, screens behind which emotions, dreams and a hundred lives are hidden. The little space left by the underground train is filled with spent oxygen and tired eyes after the end of the working day...