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“Glup! Glup! Glup!” says the rain falling upon the roof. It rained yesterday as it rains to-day and the morrow; and I have no doubt it rained the day before yesterday. Perhaps I am imagining the pouring rain. Sometimes I wonder about my existence; it seems mere fantasy. I surmise: cogito ergo sum. Consequently, were…
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There is something peculiar if not odd about careening along a motor-way — in a foreign country — obscured by the penetrable darkness of night; Dawn of the rosy nose not having reached the zenith, lazily pressing herself unto the horizon. It is reminiscent of every other time I have dragged myself out of bed…
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¿A qué edad aprendes a ser feliz? a no pensar en morir – tomar la vida en tus propias manos sólo para darle un fin. Es una prisión de paredes blancas y estériles penetradas por luz; creo haber muerto — estoy en el infierno del aburrimiento e insipidez. Cada día, la vida se vuelve más…
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I grew up in Northern California. I went to university for a while in New Mexico at a small liberal arts college. I learnt about Plato and Aristotle, Homer and Thucydides, Euclid and Ptolemy, while indulging on Nietzsche and Dostoevsky secretly. Then I lost my mind. No, I did not see any pink triangles! I…
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El sábado fui a Stormont. Quedé boca abierta. Si no fuese por todo lo que le rodea, el edificio perdería el efecto que produce en toda persona que le visita. Dos senderos conducen hacia el masivo edificio; el principal va directamente. En ambos lados de éste, casi eternal su distancia, resta una columna de árboles…
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6/2007-present › Strabo, Geography; Volume 2 › Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote › Strabo, Geography; Volume 1 › Paul Strathern, The Medici, God › John Milton, Paradise Lost › Salman Rushdie, Satanic Verses › Orhan Pamuk, Snow › Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red › Umberto Eco, Baudolino › T.E. Lawrence, Seven Pillars of Wisdom…
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Hoy te escribo esta cartapor que siempre te quejabas de que nunca te enviaba cartas de amor. Decías que era frío que era todo indiferente y buscaste un continente para entregar tu calor. Tal vez ¿un hereje?. Se pueda ocupar de resucitar a hombres que siguen vivos. Las cartas que no envías sólo son cartas…
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When I was younger, I dreamt of Europe: a land of leisure where quadrilles of thin people of perfect iridescent complexions sat huddled around parasoled-tables at cafés along cobbled streets. They occupied themselves with endless prattling and laughing, drinking a plethora of dark beverages from Coke to espressos while exquisite, sublime cigarette smoke slothfully arose…
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My favorite singer is to release a new album in October. I’ve had a chance to listen to one of the new songs; I am hooked. By consequence, I have begun to listen to his music and naturally, I have been transported to all those infinite moments, those instances of my life, which I shall…
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Me siento raro al sacar mi cámara digital de su escondite y empezar a capturar el mundo que me rodea; odio ser un turista. En San Francisco un turista era el equivalente de aquel hombre que se para en la misma esquina, año tras años, y predije el regreso de Dios y predica el castigo…