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Éste eres tú y ésta es tu vida. ¿Lo comprendes? es que a ello le comprendes – le circunscribes. Eres el cuerpo, la limitación en flujo y sencilla. No te disuelves tan fácilmente al tocar agua. Oí un pulso, palpitar pa-pa-pa-pum. Es mi vida, casi unaudible, insignificante, mas intensa- y meramente mía. Pero no lo…
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God is Idea; I am the Word becoming flesh. I am the killer in the story – I know the truth. I am better than this: I am both author and participant. The Story revolves around me; without me, it ceases to be. I am the Fates, weaving, concocting: artful craftman. On occasion, I reshuffle…
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Last night it rained; how long had it been since the last time I had experienced such a pleasant occurrence? The drops pouring on the roof produced a different but euphonious melody; each individual place is possessed of its particular sound, a unique combination of time and space. The rain was comforting, especially after all…
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Parece que siempre debo de atrasarme una media eternidad en volver a escribir aquí; este espacio cibernético, cuna de lo particular y lo universal. Quiero escribir, mas el deseo está en competencia con otro deseo: el de leer. Me guío por una formula tipo cartesiana: ‘Leo, luego escribo’. No sé si sea lo correcto, ¿a…
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As I sat outside bathing my face in the warm sun, of an intensity reminiscent of summer, I realized that I am still that scrawny boy of eight. I am taller, grander but still small; I am insignificant. Under the auspice of childhood, I re-enacted my fantasies, I saw myself as the chief actor. I…
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When I am referred to with my proper name, I am perplexed. I have yet to assimilate the fact that it can, i.e., my name, and does encapsule everything that I am; it is my signifier. I am a stranger to my name. All my life, I have been called by everything but my name.…
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I’m a strange fellow. My behavior is even more strange. I was told that once I have happiness, I must chuck it – throw it all away. Instantly, with celerity and alacrity. Oh! No, St. John’s was not happiness. I did chuck it, but because it was something that I thought I wanted to be;…
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At a young age, I was already on the right path, so said the adults. Yes, I was on the path to becoming a good Christian. Even before the ‘approved’ age, I had memorized the endless litany of prayers. I had learnt them from listening to the older children chanting them ad nauseum. It was…
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The last few nights, I have slumbered amidst books; felt their superficies upon my naked feet, their unfelt pokes, summons to action. I have yet to learn to master the art of thinking with my feet – it is more honest, more sincere …. more real. But I cannot respond; I am dead. I do…
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I have never been good at anything, nor am I ‘gifted’. I do have ‘potential’, but who doesn’t? So I try to trascend this peculiar state of inaction, to actualize this ‘potential’, a word that stings my very being. I read – though I am not very good at it – in order to be…