by JC Aquino Written in front of the town police station, facing the glistening Moroccan shore that looks as if it is flowing in the form of pristine liquid platinum. Where the chattering that you…
by JC Aquino Written in front of the town police station, facing the glistening Moroccan shore that looks as if it is flowing in the form of pristine liquid platinum. Where the chattering that you…
by JC Aquino Written while surrounded by vast farmlands with olive shrubs in the cold Moroccan dawn, as the clear blue sky stands in contrast to the earthen soil, with the Atlas Mountains in the…
by JC Aquino Written in front of the Arch of Septimius Severus, under overcast skies and blustery winds and fine drizzle. Where the destination once flocked by tourists is now like a ghost town filled…
by JC Aquino Written in front of the Red Castle, where the ducks and pigeons are frolicking by the pondside as some children roam around. It was a cool winter afternoon under a clear blue…
by JC Aquino Written in front of a parking lot in a sea of grays, whites, and some reds; facing the vast Mediterranean Sea as the patches of clouds adorn the light blue sky; where…