Y Abril un poco más …
My street, on this Swedish Spring day, painted relentlessly grey insists on a blue sky above grizzled hues, nordic winds caress my cheeks I feel blood rushing. last autumn’s now browned dried leafs leave brittled noises on the local thoroughfare…
Read MoreDescartes died in Sweden
– I have noticed that more and more you liken the desert. The very one Geronimo stares at when at the offices. Does it not worry you that, in the end, your voice will end up a mere grain in the sand inasmuch as your voice is a scream in space?…
Read MoreLong the along
Gad am I longing for a bit of soil from las Américas. Fuck me triple but Europe might have culture but they lack sun. Give me sun I say. There is so much a son of the Calida Fornix can take I tell you. Ok, so last night I dreamt I was smoking a refeer.…
Read MoreMarch is loco and Abril an intzt wintzy más
Believe it or not the snow refuses to part. It’s been a crazy marzito, como decía mi abuelita, Marzo loco y Abril otro poco, but men! this is going too far. Ah, what the fuck am I babbling about anyways. Sun never makes a good impression, the next…
Read Moreurgh and argh
Am in the mood to spill a few vaulting ninny sentences. It has been snowing like there is no tomorrow for the past days here in the Swedish Highlands. Worst part of it is that I have to shovel the fluffly white stuff only to have it blown in my face,…
Read Moresunless lush to soak in
It rains here. In fact it has been raining most of the summer. kinda reminds one of the first time I heard something about this weather. The weather is a gíüero thing. Though I veer off. “Welcome to the Swedish summer” was the greeting that…
Read Morepepinos en plástico
Swedes wrap pepinos in plastic. I have seen some asian countries wrap in paper mandarins (no pun intended) but cucumbers? I mean come on, what’s up with that? I suppose it has to do with the reveration involved around it. It envelopes a…
Read MoreVillaraigosa
Just for the record am rather unhappy with the css layout of this site. Geronimo sits and nods. His comanche compadres from Texas have come to zip coffee from Chiapas, a gesture I had to force myself do in order to appease all the elders that hang out…
Read MoreWhen 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 my morning cheeriness and wipes my Xicano smile of my face and a small Homer Simpson rebuke,…
Read MoreIt 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 and that means I will probably miss not only the summer the rest of the planet is probably indulging…
Read Moresmall 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 wasn’t. here we are in the first days of july and the sun? muy bien and thou?…
Read MoreThe fattning of the spiders
Dear diary, as the clouds perform their daily trek due south, due north at the whims of the winds, I strike the metal to the logs making a damp thump noise to make ready firewood for the incoming winter. It is the season, here in Sweden, of the fattning…
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