To-day I saw Louise at the library. She was leaning against the main counter, filling out a form for a library card. I sighed and pulled my hood over my head as I walked by her. I assume she is living in Santa Fe, though I imagined her many a mile away, living in DC.…

11.29 pm – Agh! I’m so very stupid!

Jess: Umm you have funny feet.Veg: Huh? looks at feet * Veg: They look fine to me. Jess: They’re kind of stubby. Veg: Oh yeah … hence my screen name.

I woke up to-day, but I had no desire to do anything. I stared at the ceiling and thought about the angel in all his dazzling glory. During the course of the day, I found myself thinking about the angel again, and catching myself I laughed out loud. And as the sun begins to set,…

I saw an angel. I asked myself, “What am I to say to him?” With his invisible vestment, he walked by, provoking all those around. And I’d ask myself, “Who is going to introduce him to me?” So I finally drew the courage and touched his face, and within, I sighed.

Veuen a mi, que moro d’aquesta febre de passió, que a poc a poc em consumeix amb intensitat i velocitat. Despert en la nit, amb el teu nom en els meus llavis, i el fantasma de tu entre els meus braços. Tremolo i crit el teu nom, “X——” trencant la foscor.

¿Cuál es el propósito de una biografía? o en en este caso, ¿de una autobiografía? Tal vez es de dar una reseña de los eventos que han marcado al individuo, al autor de la biografía. Tal vez el propósito es de dar una idea hacia donde va el autor. Quizá la biografía debe de tomar…

Juan: oohMando: damn i just forgot Mando: que? Juan: i don’t speak portuguese Juan: i was going to ask you something Mando: what was it? Juan: damn you whitney houston, you made me lose my concentration! Mando: haha * * Juan: do you know how to drive? Mando: sort of Mando: ha Juan: oh you…

To-day I heard this song by that singer, whose name I can never remember; it is constantly fading, going to and fro. Alas, the song reminded me of the boulevards of Bs. As.