Weaving’s roots into leather’s grace. On the border where cultures link, Each stitch a whispered memory. Bringing tradition to life, sharing a connection,


a journey,


a home.










Tengo un contrato firmado

Desde que vine a este

mundo

No le pusimos la fecha

Por eso es que vivo a gusto

El mundo da muchas vueltas

Y yo de nada me asusto










i want to go home,

i want to go home,

but what i mean,

what i'm grasping for,

is not a place, it's a feeling.

i want to go back. but back where?

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