Author: JulioSueco
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Toxic effects
The afternoon gave out a strange light for that particular hour of the day. It was August and around this time the harvest was due for picking yet the day was infuriatingly red. The clouds carried a strange blue hue and the winds had a distinct smell of protuding carcasses. The nearby factories exuded more…
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Exercise
I’ve noticed that my admiration of the natural elements such as the clouds, the air, the atmosphere, the day in itself, requires of me new forms of expression. I tire of the same old description quite easily. I hope though I come up with new forms of description since what my eyes see and what…
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In retrospective I seemed to neither stay the course nor fallen of it, at least I’ve managed to not run amok with war conspiratorial theories and spend less time writing on it if that. I do read it, but that is another story. The thing about writing fiction and short stories in a blog is…
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It’s a very gay day
ey, no me lo cases – que no es gay? then again I think *everyone is gay* no, really Logovo slash reader/critic, fan and sci-fi savant. Comment taken from the comment box in my Spanish blog of jueves, agosto 14, 2003 titled Random Access Blog microphones I think that as far as the human constitution…
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Swedish Highlands
Rain, icy fresh air and sea sounding, trees as they wavered back and forth with the force of the wind, swaying as they did, producing the sounds of the waves. I like that, despite the fact that am so far away from any shore, these trees reproduce the magic the grey, cloudy days on thousands…
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Automatic drives
A potent glow that pulsates within me As I like Atlas continue in this unwilling state Regenerates automatically with new force Threshold my goal of a place I know The pursuit is intricately endless Pointing towards an unknown date A smile on the horizon drags my life Where I can rest this constant restlessness In…
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Pensando en California
Am a Californian not only by heart but by residence as well, I lived under its shadow for over 30 years and my daughter was born in San Diego, California, I grew up in Redwood City for a couple of years and during my younghood I lived, worked and studied at some of its finest…
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Chiapas, Mexico and my thoughts
One of the things that bothers me about the treatment, from this distant distance in Sweden, and the conditions surrounding the Maya in Chiapas is how little heed the government gives them. All over the western world governments are caving in to the demands, rightful and long over due, of their native inhabitants. In Mexico…
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Mexican highnoon
Well, it’s been a sort of Mexicano week this early in august late summer and I don’t know how that fits in there but ‘late summer’ is what the Swedes call august … so yeah, Mexicans came by, all dressed in their scottish skirts and bagpipes, I believe they’re called that over there in those…
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Breach of silence
There is a certain texture about a day that begins with slight greyish opaque clouds and nippy air, you notice how silence gradually turns colder as you becomes aware of the day’s atmosphere. It is one of the few calm and tranquil aspects of the landscapes I am made to experience here in this lonely…
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Swedish conversational skills
I remember one conversation I had with an acquaintance of mine at Stockholm University. The English department there has a farewell party to close the end of the semester and since I usually am alone, this time too without fail I was alone. I went to the gathering where teachers and alumni mingled with each…
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Am in utter disbelief that it’s Thursday already, I mean, like yeah, speechless, you know? I woke up and there it was, in yerface! You rise and it’s like, you know, what day is it? and wam! there you have it, someone makes you realize that it’s Thursday, you know? It’s like dumbfounding to know…