To-day I craved to be in the desert mounted on a camel, travelling down over sand dunes that are reminiscent of the ones left behind. I imagined myself doing this, traversing over a sea of sand. And it brought me to tears. Perhaps it is because to-day I have been quite emotional. I almost broke…

I daydreamed that I jumped into a pool of azure, whose profundity was enough to satiate the vitiated tastes of a surfeited lover. Oh and to what lenghts one goes to produce excuses and justifications … to prevent the soul from partaking in truth. And in this pool whose essence engulfed me from head to…

Once, a long time ago I met this boy. He was beautiful in my eyes. At one point I was fascinated with him. I wanted to believe that he had travelled all the way to San Francisco, on a simple whim to meet me. I wanted to believe that for once, someone had done that…

I’ve dyed my hair. I am Mónica Naranjo à l’époche ‘Palabra de Mujer.’ I am a bad boy! Sitting with my legs crossed in form of a four, sipping a bitter-sweet latte, I find on occasion myself staring at (yes at and not out) the window at my side. Here, I see my reflection; everything…

I don’t see myself publishing anything until next week. I guess this is called a … what’s that word? I don’t know. A breath of fresh air is what I badly need. For now, I leave you with this: This loneliness that I feel Doesn’t heal, doesn’t vanish If I lie to you that everything…

Ever since I began to publish my divagations, I have always attempted to retain a sense of privacy to which only I and a few others are privy to. For the most part, this has always been the case. I was once asked what drove me to have an online journal, what of my privacy?…

The clouds move rapidly across the sky. It is dark and it is past my bedtime. I cannot find sleep so I find myself staring out my window. Once such a sight would have brought me satisfaction, elevated me to a state of sublimity and rapture. I recall that boy that I befriended and our…

Oh Sussy, what a whore you are! There is no reason to care! Oh what a filthy whore! And I thought … alas, birds of a feather flock together. The air is calid here, possessing a sweetness that is reminiscent of the soft, sandy beaches of la provincia. A sweetness of those now-forever-gone days that…

To-day I went for a walk, actually two walks. I have nothing else to do after work, except reading and meditating. And I must admit that after a bit, both become tedious. I could read forever, were it not for the fact that after 40 minutes or so, I begin to not understand what I…

Un bel giorno, un bel giorno per morire. I sit on one of the benches in the Plaza and watch the shades of humanity fade away. Once, I wondered about the lives of every individual that I noticed. Where would he go after the point where I took notice of him? What was the destination…