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  • 2005-07-08

    buenos recuerdos que lastiman

    Recuerdo su cara, dulce y tierna. Estaba sentado en aquella silla en aquel pedacito de habitación con la ventana que daba vista a la simpleza que indudaba este lugar; era aquel lugar de la Institución que había visitado unas cuantas veces, siempre por necesidad ajena. La primera fue porque necesitaba que me tomasen la fotografía.…

  • 2005-07-08

    boy + girl + dog = εὐδαιμονία

    My post are almost always quite serious and philosophical in nature imbued with some observation of human nature. But this time none of that. This is so sweet, I’m getting a puppy! I’m getting a puppy! Whoo hoooo! I’m getting a puppy. OMG! I should say we’re getting a puppy! Yes, we’re getting a puppy!…

  • 2005-07-07

    interlude

    Well kids, it looks like I am going to be reunited with most of my books in a few weeks, and what’s even more delightful, they will be transported to Santa Fe. I will bring some back, the rest will be dropped off at my house by my cousin as he makes his way to…

  • 2005-07-03

    to the future

    Since July 01, it has been my tendency to write a post in the weblog, as the month approaches its end, where I recapitulate everything that has happened since. In retrospect, the Julies can be summerized as follows: 01: quite sad. 02: boring. 03: rather exciting! 04: Living life. 05: Onward. Now, this post is…

  • 2005-07-02

  • 2005-06-30

    heh

    Today I noticed something. And suddenly, I felt like dropping to the ground and hugging my sister’s cat as if she were some sort of stuffed animal; plush and sweet. Instead, I chased two butterflies – one was chasing the other. Their acrobatics over the grass put me in euphoria. I had to give way…

  • 2005-06-28

    deu i set anys

    Today over hot chocolate and a cig (my friend did the smoking), I received incredible advice. It is somewhat liberating to hear someone else give me the same advice I have been known to give others, though less oracular in nature; no priestess would be required to decipher his oracle. He simply said, “Let it…

  • 2005-06-27

    hah!

    Soy niño de desierto. Cuando viví en el Desierto de Sonora, afectó mi cáracter y al regresar a la costa, mi ego siempre dolió, siempre sentía la ansiedad de la alejania y deseaba regresar a la monotonía, a la constancia eternal del desierto. Uno de mis sueños es traversar un mar inmenso de cerros de…

  • 2005-06-24

    léeme los labios, me vale madre

    Requiero de valor, de fuerza, de pasión no inhibida. No entiendo porque este miedo, ¿por qué ahora? Puedo yo mismo contra todo. no necesito de nada y mucho menos de nadie. Sé luchar por mí mismo … tengo las armas adecuadas; sólo requiero de la inspiración. Adelante. Y he dado el primer paso. Pronto sabré…

  • 2005-06-24

    I\’m back

    Gad, I had forgotten that there are a lot of strange people in a city! It was a cold, albeit, a refreshing realization. I rediscovered this aspect as I proceeded to cross the entirety of the airport in order to reach the subway. And to my mind came back that old adage of mine: “Weirdos…

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