Yonder Lies It

Author: JulioSueco

  • R-13xiv1455v11-LX

    Tänker på dig. Din essens. Och hur jag saknar den numera. Tycker det í¤r tråkig att din innersta víäen vill inte längre göra anspråk på min lilla livsväsen Mina ådror saknar den ljuva smärtan min mage avrådde att njuta. så fort mina tankar förde mig dit   [ …]   (ville så himla så mycket tro så…

  • La suave calorcita del asfalto

    El invierno se aproxima pensó. La oscuridad vení­a con vientos gélidos, cubrí­a las calles y las sombras, que se desvanecí­an bajo la luz de una luna menguante, se imponí­an a la oscuridad reclamando forma y ser. El silencio que suele acompañar estas calles resonaba cada ruido que estas noches producen y camino a quién sabe…

  • Dolores

    Las cosas por las que uno pasa. Estar enamorado es una de ellas. Estar enamorado y y estar incapacitado para declarar esa es otra. No sé cómo eso es posible. Estar enamorado de una persona a la que ni conozco. Solo la veo. Eso dicen, que los chicos se enamoran viendo. La veo y pierdo…

  • te llamas: Misericordia y me tienes en llamas

    Eres el aire en sí­ sin tí­ nada Contigo todo. Como tenerte entre mis manos cuando ni puedo verte y hasta oraciones aviento al aire para que el viento te las lleve a tus oí­dos te pido que me escuches que te necesito quisiera verte en mis brazos que triste es ser yo tener imaginación…

  • Curious observations of a failed loved

    Ain’t saying it ain’t happening. But today is another failed day. A failure in that I didn’t get to talk to The One. I really shouldn’t be name it The One. But here I am doing that. Failed love is weird because you know it’s all mental. And the frenzy feeding to gain acceptable theories…

  • R-13xiv1455v11-II

    If every thought were a breath of air when you ceased to exist Who is to be my life support? When all I ever was you & I chose you as a lifestyle . Like blood chooses to run in veins as a natural course.

  • What the day gives

    I read Harold Bloom yesterday, in a Paris Review article from the Spring issue of 1991. I was surprised we cherished some of the same authors he stands by. Like Emerson, Plotinus and some other guy. Though you can tell he is strictly monolingual in his approach to English. There isn’t a Borderland with him…

  • multi kulti

    I smiled at the child It was a little she child. She donned the garments surely her family thought were appropriate for her. The little female was surely of Somalian hí¤rkomst as they say here, in Sweden. Her garments could easily pass off as a Raggedy Ann look somehow. I was back from a jogging…

  • Possible soulmate

    He actually looked it up. This idea of a soulmate or a twin flame. Like when he looks up names of potential mates on the net. Online stalking whatnot. He actually looked up her name on the Swedish site Ratsit. He got the freebie info. Her name, her age, her civil status, address. He even…

  • On writing

    Writing has been a lot in my mind of late. Messages here and there give impulse to the long dead and buried notion that I can write but I ca never ever seem to get this odd itch of writing again. I can’t even fathom why I insist that I can ever regain the idea…

  • deadwrong Walt Whitman in 1865

    Hay dí­as más importantes que otros. Hoy es un dí­a de esos. Dí­as en que uno se percata de multitudes de cosas y de lo efí­mero que las cosas son. Se percata uno de la insignificancia que la existencia brinda y que al final todo queda en un sí­mbolo cuya interpretación queda fuera de nuestro…

  • Verdi

    The seasons come and go & the mistakes I make stay haunting the living daylights out of me wheretofore I know not why Yet the silver moon colours the clouds dark grey chiaroscuro Eyes bewildered stare seconds pass by and a yesterday is and will be indescribable as we speak For the fuckers to enjoy…