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Tengo muchos años usando perfume para hombre. Un buen amigo de la infancia, José Virgen alías el Brujo, Kiko y Cheché, nos introdujo a las susodichas fragancias cuando trabajaba para una tienda en Tijuana que se llamaba Importaciones Sara’s allá…
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So am writing profusely in English. Don’t ask why. It just happens. I think I started picking up on my writing because of Hemingway. Or the movie at least. The one with that chick, Nicole Kidman. Though I’ve read a number of stories of…
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I don’t really know how much of a Swede I am. I mean, here I am, expressing that in English. I suppose that I can never be a Swede in the physical sense but in the realms of how a Swede is I can say I adhere to their ways. Comportment, attitudes,…
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I realized an important thing for me in Rome: am an attractive man. Here in Sweden I am always wondering if there is something wrong me when it comes to women and I always end up feeding negative energy to the flow of my consciousness which send me…
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I think I insulted Rome when I said to myself that it bore resemblance to México City. It’s right down dirty and ugly at first sight. Except the dirtiness looks prettier in Rome because, well, it’s Rome. The imagination just takes off had…
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I find myself thinking about human relations today. Not because I hate the xmas season, which I do. But because solitude seems to glue some aspects of society in some pretty weird ways. Take for example a man I saw today while I had to wait for my…
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When outdoors in foreign cities I don’t usually pay attention to the table were I sit. Or maybe I do. But not with the intensity as this. This one had a sprayed painted ad worn by the sun. Pale by sunburn and ready to poison the environment with…
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Tänker på dig. Din essens. Och hur jag saknar den numera. Tycker det är tråkig att din innersta väsen 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 …
Read MoreLa 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…
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