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brianbuckleyband It is my wife's Birthday today and I can't express the joy that resides in my heart to be the fella who gets to share this day with her. yosoycordova You have somehow managed to rock this life on your own terms. With empathy as your source, passion your compass and love your destination - you continue to broach this existence through sheer force of a deeply compassionate will - you are an inspiration every step of the way and I am profoundly grateful to the cosmos for aligning our paths at Theater School all those many years ago (22 years ago to be exact)...Thank you for all the adventures. For the laughs that echo eternally in my chest. For always reaching for my sweaty hand on bumpy flights. For cuddling as though we were burrowed in the Antarctic. For consistently convincing me to wear sun block on walks. For listening to my wildest dreams and then immediately daring me to chase them. For the kisses that transport me, kisses that still make my stomach do somersaults. For making my family, your family and for offering your family, to be mine. For the myriad of little details that you do to make our journey so wildly unique. Whatever I did in another life to deserve you - it must have been something truly spectacular to have been gifted a heart as glorious as yours. There are days when I look at the maddening world and I am convinced that apathy will overtake me - then I see you smile and I remember, there's hope yet. Te amo con todo mi corazon, mi vida.

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yosoycordova Quarantine portraits by Lena Herzog. Thank you for these time capsules, souvenirs of this collective experience that, as you said... "Will gain ever more value as time goes by...".

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yosoycordova We are looms of spiritual interconnection.

Each being in our life is a thread, delicately chosen to support the creation of our souls fabric. With each thread that binds itself to our loom, wether it be through love or pain, the tissue of our spirit grows and transforms. Each new thread, each new being, adds colors and unique texture.

Whilst walking through a grief I, and so many others have never experienced before, I feel grateful for all the people who have walked into my life and knitted themselves into the tapestry of my being.

For those who have built me up through belonging and love and for those who have challenged me through pain and rejection.

I love them both.

I am grateful for them all.

They all are my teachers from whom I blossom and grow.

We do not stand alone.

We stand with each other.

Let us bring the broken many of the self into the luminous and unified one of all.

I love you.

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yosoycordova 🕶️🩰🟰🦹🏽 killer moves…

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yosoycordova Ciao ciao bambina... una señora ahora...

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yosoycordova 11•11•11...Exactly 12 years ago...hungover from our wedding.

We met in 2001 ~ in CAL-Arts theater school.

"Clothes for a summer hotel" by Tennessee Williams was the play. It was my first year, it was his fourth and last. I worked back stage, pulling the curtain he would walk through, pointing the spotlight on his words.

He played Gerald Murphy. I was reading "playing Joan" by Holy Hill to prepare for George Bernard Shaw "Saint Joan"... I would read and wait until I could catch a glimpse of Brian on stage.

God, do I love his force on stage. He was and is blinding.

I woke up today and realized I have 22 year old memories of us. What. A. Gift.

And here we are my Howard...our now, a pure reflection of what we dreamt and envisioned back then for it to be...

Art as our magnet and never for sell.

Music our guiding thread.

Loss our binding force.

Love our only goal.

Loving you...Is...my one and only masterpiece.

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natalia via IG stories (11/11/23)

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yosoycordova 11•11•11...Exactly 12 years ago...hungover from our wedding.

We met in 2001 ~ in CAL-Arts theater school.

"Clothes for a summer hotel" by Tennessee Williams was the play. It was my first year, it was his fourth and last. I worked back stage, pulling the curtain he would walk through, pointing the spotlight on his words.

He played Gerald Murphy. I was reading "playing Joan" by Holy Hill to prepare for George Bernard Shaw "Saint Joan"... I would read and wait until I could catch a glimpse of Brian on stage.

God, do I love his force on stage. He was and is blinding.

I woke up today and realized I have 22 year old memories of us. What. A. Gift.

And here we are my Howard...our now, a pure reflection of what we dreamt and envisioned back then for it to be...

Art as our magnet and never for sell.

Music our guiding thread.

Loss our binding force.

Love our only goal.

Loving you...Is...my one and only masterpiece.

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yosoycordova ANAMCARA... here, there, everywhere...

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yosoycordova l'amour des loups 🤍🐺🐺🤍