Author: JulioSueco
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t-90:sd at 2am
crunching metal twisting engine sounds that promise clear blue skies on a loft out there.
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Swing’in it by
The clouds were in a hurry today. They moved like on a call. Giving out a radiant white look, they were cumulus on a majestic trek. I saw the wind…
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That one dawn
That night spelled out so many things, like a petate strewn on the floor. My brain lay idle awaiting answers. I couldn’t figure A from Z to be frank, and…
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Barrio Warriors
I haven’t the slightest idea who came up with such a catchy name but let me tell you, it ain’t good. It is supposed to resonate in the mind of…
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Aztlán es Tijuana también
Curiosamente Aztlán les causa pavor a ciertos mexicanofilos, más la idea de que Aztlán es Tijuana también. La idea se a manifestado en varias ocasiones y los que suelen expresar…
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Xicanos as latinos
Whether Xicanismo likes it or not there is a latino force outhere to be reckoned with and it must embrace it. I say this because I have just been listening…
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When strange looks meet
Despite my seven long years in Sweden am still surprised to find myself smiling and waving at people I don’t know. This oft more than not causes me to loose…
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It rains in the plains of Sweden
Well I can officially kiss the suntan I adquiered during my sojourn in México adios. Its been raining cats and dogs in Sweden for 6 weeks in a row now…
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When thoughts dawn upon one
Remember my post unscathed and alive whereby i related a blogsphere incident regards Tijuana identity? What i failed to take into account and just dawned upon me to tell my…
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small town sweden
boy, have i said enough about the weather here in sweden? jíjole, me thinkest i’ve becometh too gringo like, pero i can’t seem to stop complaining about the summer that…
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Warrior-Poet of the Fifth Sun
The good offices of Aztecpoet.com were kind enough to send me via internet Luis A. López recent book titled Warrior-Poet of the Fifth Sun, innercircle publishing 2004. I must confess…
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On the portent of being surreptitiously bitten
i felt the breeze-to-rain on my brown hairy arms here in these Swedish Highlands my skin rejoicing with the wind’s humidity the fresh air blowing icy comfort to my Xicano…