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My roommate, Valeria I wish to call her at this point in time, for I have this desire to call everyone by every other name but his own. Not even I am exempt from this absurdity; for the past month I have been referring to myself as Xavi. Allons-y, to the crux of the matter.…
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Dibujaba sobre piedras mojadas, en algún lugar desierto y vacío; con fácilidad grababa mis impulsos en ellas. Sentí un desahogo al dejar plasmado en médium ajenos a mí – el fuego escapó, fugaz girando hacia el cielo; mi pecho partido en dos le dejó escapar. A golpes contra la pared, gritando “¡Ayuda! ¡Ayuda!” Luego de…
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I went for a walk; I needed to think. As I made my way through half-empty streets, I felt the loneliness and the change that ever-so-slowly is taking ascendancy over time and space. As I passed a building on a side street, I chanced upon a kitten. It was playing, no care in the world.…
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Today I travelled to the other end of town. For the return, I opted for a different bus, one that would take me through a land of desolation. This was no place of soaring skyscrapers, fantastic edifices that elevate themselves with seeming ease into the sunctuary of volatile azure. No, this land of desolation is…
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The following are some notes, some thoughts on something that I would love to explore and expound on more clearly, more elaborately. But seeing that I do not have my books with me, I am unable to delve into this subject with the ardor and intensity it requires. Alas I will briefly and rapidly go…
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Yes, it’s all quiet funny, indeed, until someone loses an eye! Then the quiet is filled with the throngs of violent screams, “Ay me! Ay me! Darkness abounds. Oh the gore, my eye now stares endlessly from the ground at me. Alack! Alack! Someone ….” And his screams end as he collapses against blood-stained earth;…
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That transient thing that possesses the qualities of motion or is a type of motion, is wending along. I cannot stop it, nor do I desire to do so. Oh how Time passes, n’est pas? Indeed. I recall that the 2005 had hardly started and I was bereft of reason. I was drowning in a…
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Though I was born on the fifth day of December during the course of typical Autumn night, I suspect my life does not begin to take shape until much later, to be exact, two decades later. I did not have the typical childhood growing up. But then again, who does? I suspect only a select…
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I suspect that were I to reveal to everyone what I have achieved in the last two or three days, they would assume that I have gone mad. Perhaps I have crossed that threshold, but I have tasted madness before, in that brief winter month when my sole desire was to throw myself into the…
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Oy! I haven’t published anything recently of worth, I know and I am sorry. As that ancient Hellen, he who lost his mind and slaughtered innocent animals more suited for the sacrificial altar to the pantheon of sublime gods than for such an act of lunacy, once cried, “Aïe! Aïe!” so too I cry and…