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  • 2006-08-15

    en Irlanda del Norte

    Faltan deseos, palabras para describir esto. Hoy ha llovido, después de grises días nublados. Durante un instanté creí ver en la distancia a Escocia; quizá un instante de locura. A veces este lugar comparte una fuerte similitud con un parque de atracción; faltan árboles y algo de lógica — un sueño irreal. Es tan fácil…

  • 2006-08-14

    first day in Northern Ireland

    The perfunctory preparations for landing began: one last collection of rubbish; the eternal ‘please pull your chair and tray into the up-right position’; &c. And as I glanced from my window, I saw Ireland: an imperfect tessellated puzzle of dark green parcels of land and dark grey asphalt roads reinvigorated by morning showers. The airplane…

  • 2006-08-11

    Missing title

    I arrived in Northern Ireland yesterday around 9 am. On my way to Helen’s Bay, where I shall be living for a month, I was unable to appreciate the seriousness of the main story occupying the British media: Heathrow, London’s main airport, is normally thronged with cross people in queues at this time of year.…

  • 2006-08-09

    here I go, again

    Wish me luck. And now, I’m off. Northern Ireland, here I come!

  • 2006-08-09

    agur por ahora

    Hoy inicio una odisea más — estoy totalmente agotado; frustrado; e inquieto. Espero llegar intacto; será increiblemente oneroso. Mis nervios están al borde de una ruptura. Irlanda del Norte, ya voy.

  • 2006-08-05

    susurran mi nombre labios ajenos

    El personaje de ‘amitiés’ (pronunciación) cada vez me sorprende más; es todo un fenómeno all-unto-itself. Jamás imaginé que mi nombre llegase a ser pronunciado por los famosos, bueno los tentativamente famosos. Me es imposible imaginar la deletración fonética de mi seudónimo, concebir aquella unidad única y particular derramar como gota de los labios de aquellas…

  • 2006-08-04

    let\’s dance in sunny weather

    One day I wanted to travel abroad and I travelled to the far reaches of earth; I vomited until my stomach was empty and then I emptied myself of it. I fancied myself at college and so I went to an archaic institution of higher learning — and learn I did. But then, I was…

  • 2006-07-30

    antes

    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…

  • 2006-07-28

    cheers to Polybius

    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…

  • 2006-07-24

    layla tov eropa

    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…

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