In the cafeteria where I come upon this broken swan, there is a group of Mexican mariachis that plays during lunchtime. The cafeteria is on a cliff that overlooks the turquoise waters of the Caribbean; it is a place favoured by locals and foreigners alike.
We sing Mexican songs together, surprised that on this remote island we know the same songs. The songs come and go in the wind.
Of all the beauty offered by this seaside location, nothing inspires my camera more than this headless swan. The songs make me nostalgic and the fish that they bring us has not been properly defrosted.