Author: JulioSueco
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The distance between you and me isn’t much; Your freedom, say the Americanos, stops where your nose begins. I miss, missing is wanting, to covet. The monarch is an immigrant. Do they too yearn after the forest in Michoacán? Or are they happy in Canada too? Perhaps they like the ride more than the stops…
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I read in a computer magazine that they sell at Kvantum that weblogging is the hottest new thing around, could it be? Frankly it worries me when things get popular because the minute it skyrockets in the media’s front pages it means that the new darling of the press will soon fall to its demise.…
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We might go to Paris, I never been there, but Paris has certainly been inside of me for a long time. It all started with Pepe Le Pew , a Warner Bros cartoon character that enthralled us with his amorous stints and failed attempts to get a lover, he tried that French voice of his.…
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On the cover of the book, you can tell he’s flirting. There he is, on the front cover, staring at you, sideways, coquettish almost, with his blurred hands in a pose that exudes calmness and a defiant attitude, just Chicano enough to fool you to believe that it is what you are seeing, a real…
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Meanwhile, at the paper company where paper for stocks are made a Q & A was taking place … – When the stars shone ..that’s when. – Any particular motive as to why just then? – Look Ed, the guy is a fraud, there is nothing more to it. – Here, take my handkerchief., you…
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Am a human being after all …
I think I finally figured it out, I mean it’s like I have spent thousands upon thousands of neuron cells, good ones too, prima qualité, on the issue. I just couldn’t come to it by any other means, beer, cigarettes and the like erh, forget the like. I just felt like crap and I finally…
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Ok, little by little I’ve managed to notice some things about my writing. The energy I place on the subjects I like need to be taken into account in which language they sound best …not. Reading some of the articles on Chicano English (ChE) has been quite the rewarding event. It seems, first of all…
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The rain falls in the plains of Spain
Fluffy grey cotton hovering over my head endarken the grey matter in my brain. My humor becomes inswept by a melancholic ghost of yore who showers a song about water over my head. I scuba dive this deep crazy mood, engulfing me in a tormented soul I knoweth no longer. Yet 70% of me flies…
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My brain longs after it. It’s like wanting to be filled, to feel full again, but with what? Am I the world swallower, Galactus, from the X-men series? To an extent yes, writers do create entire worlds, don’t they? I crave it, you know? A story, I want one, it’s been a while, I need…
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Dressed in black A wicked half circle on your mouth Dragging your feet 10 minutes before doomsday Dirty laundry stacking up putriding morals lay unhung Wilst propaganda laughs all the way … Wake up !
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Light through the windows Air by the night A single breeze swooshes the silver green curtains My skin gets goose bumps I sip a drink of life as my eyes slowly close down its eyelids I whiff the currents of passion running like wild horses through my veins Naked as I am I leave my…
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Stockholm – Ní¤ssjí¶ Intercity
The nascent grass From the window of an Iron Horse, gives life through the windows of my soul. I get nourished by the infrared light that decides like the many colors the sun gives to a rainbow how I see the world