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About Trujillo Alto

I’m imaginin’ it now—me, leanin’ on a wall, smirkin’, her saunterin’ up. “You look lost, stranger,” she’d say. “I’m never lost—just huntin’,” I’d quip, all smooth-like. *Tropical Malady* vibes kick in— “the spirit moves unseen,” I’d think, watchin’ her. That movie’s all ‘bout desire twistin’ ya up, and this? Same deal. Maybe she’s a shapeshifter too—wouldn’t that be a riot? Two tricksters circlin’ each other, laughin’ at the absurdity.

Candelaria, Tenerife

I head back home, and on the way, I pass by the old church on Calle de la Luz. It’s beautiful, all lit up. I stop for a sec, just taking it in. Candelaria has this charm that gets to you.

Obituary for Perfilia Reuben Candelaria