Monthly Archives: April 2017

the nihilist virus wants to renew itself forever it wants a life and an imagination to last a lifetime to reinvent itself to gut till it tires alloveragain ceaselessly a joy bug who pukes in delight .

Mis huesos Vivieron En el Valle Hasta el cansancio Y La Voz del Pueblo Esquiniaba Contra Kawuila De a buche Habría que pedirlos Para poder saborear Bien las 2am y wachar El farol de luces Recaer sobre las costras De … Continue reading →

When I bought this book I was in serious depression mode. I felt I belonged so in glee I pressed ok, buy. I live in a so called ‘foreign’ land and I ache for my ‘motherland’. The attraction was mutual. … Continue reading →