Antes las historias que rondaban este lugar eran más personal. Cada acto de convivencia se relataba, fastidiosamente, formando una continúa cadena de una vida algo típica (entre amigos, buena comida y fantásticas conversaciones). Lo mundano en su constante monotónia me hastió y las historias tomaron otro rumbo y a la vez su número disminuyó. Las…

Polybius should be praised for his sagacity, for although his perspicacity failed him with regards to the Pontus and the eventual transformation of the Euxines into a freshwater lake, it was spot on in his expatiation on Byzantium. He was able to grasp not only the strategic value of this place, but also what ultimately…

As I showered I realized: I’m leaving America. As I lay in bed, anew the same realization. And as I strolled down the street, making my way to the park nearby, I lost myself in contemplation. There is a primeval feeling to the redwood trees that stand guard along one side of the park facing…

A veces es posible expresar un sentimiento con una palabra. Y lo que siento es odio — un odio intenso. En el horizonte veo al agosto, escalándole pesada- y arduosamente. Aún está por iniciar y ya en él se detectan las señas de la consunción. Los pocos días que restan para que su arribo son…

Quisiera expresar todo esto que estoy sintiendo, es poco, mas aún así se me dificulta convertirlo en algo comunicable. Hay mucho que hecho de menos, en especial a unas cuantas personas, aunque creo que miento al decir todo esto. Sí, hay personas que hecho de menos pero no es muy a menudo; sólo existe una…

Again, it is with digust that I read the headlines. Unsatisfied with committing genocide in the name of ‘security’ against the Palestinian — the bastard children of the Arab peoples — Israel has set its eyes upon Lebanon. I have no sympathy for Hizbullah as it is supported by Iran and Syria, but again Israel…

I have never been one for living life vicariously. To some extent, I have chosen to lead a rather circumscribed existence. I do confess to having a predilection for the rôle of observer — it is always more delightful. It is not necessarily that i am indifferent to the world. Just yesterday I felt revolt…

Home is where the heart is, so they say. And to a large extent I have begun to believe. I believe not because I need to, but because I want to. At one point I admitted: I simply wish to return to San Francisco and satiate my eyes with the beauty of the Pacific Ocean.…

Spring came around and the world was transformed, metamorphosed into a wonderland of effulgent green. This is what I recall and when I look back at the photos, I feel a tug at my heart. Without compunction I can say that I miss both the good and the bad; such has been my tendency. They…