by a tijuanense xicano: identity, religion, a dab of politics & wads literature @ 2¢ a pop – exegete at large
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La hora de la revolución
Se acerca la hora de ir a trabajar ver a los colegas recibir y retransmitir la energía que fluye, al verles los ojos, sus emociones, sus almas. Pero qué digo, yo no retransmito, solo logro recibir como las estrellas se remiten a escuchar nuestra búsqueda de otra existencia más allá del aquí.
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Madrid 2014
Mañana parto hacia Madrid. Ya he estado ahí varias veces. 5 o 6. Pero después de Roma no hay comparación. Madrid tendrá sus bares y sus noches que nunca se acaban pero Roma respira Historia. Sea lo de cada quién estaré de nuevo por viejos callejones, viejas calles y nuevas rutas, quizás. Madrid me tiene…
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secret midnight writings
I found Carlo’s diary. Or he left it on purpose on the divan. Which is suspicious of sorts. He is going on a long vacation which gives me ample time to peruse at will the secret midnight notes as he calls his writing. I was tempted to send it to him but he left in…
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dos autores
TS Eliot said “April is the cruelest month” 1922 & August Strindberg said “Av alla åstider är våren erkänt den mest obehagliga” 1877. Hmm. Loosely translated it means that «of all the seasons, Spring is acknowledged to be the most cruelest» Wasteland by TS Eliot and Från Fjärdingen och Svartbäcken by August Strindberg are perhaps…
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Las desgracias de uno
Carlos siempre ha dicho de que no se queja pero no hay que dejar de notar que en lo que concierne relaciones humanas en este país le ha ido de lo jodido. No tiene amigos de los cuales presumir y ya los años empiezan a recalcar la ausencia de verdaderas amistades. Siempre hace falta alguien…
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refract
I went out for a run today. I’m into doing long distances but I got scared today. I was caught in the march weather and I knew exactly like clockwork where I was going to meet the weather. So I was hitting the asphalt when I felt the small drizzle hit my face & intuited…
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just flesh & bones
Ever notice the age of destiny seems like a by gone era? There’s no one to blame for your lot No mysticism behind your feelings the warning system off Everyday as routine and regular as the other one So if I want to be happy I have to produce that The mighty age of production…
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April is the cruelest month 2014
During a run I noticed that the city park workers had done maintenance in our little lake called Ingsbergssjí¶n I often misspell its name. This day full of sun offered interesting aspects Like how some thin sheets of ice lingered about and how some ducks stood a top of those thin sheets of ice and…
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die neue Religion
Brutal honesty. Dealings with The One. Of late I have been in a quip about how I conduct thoughts to The One. Which brings forth another dilemma: Why the Swedes are so adamant about religion. I came to the conclusion, based on their obsession with “truth” that they much rather deny The One as we…
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NAFTA politics
Am quite confounded by NAFTA politics. It is no secret that the legislative organ of the countries in NAFTA gear more and more towards legislation which creates capital. Having said that, what particularly baffles the living daylights out of me is Mexico. Simply because legislation in Mexico is not any where close to what the…
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Ask
though our soul be enslaved by your beliefs souls dependent on your mercy & promise feeds on the milk & honey eats of not bread alone prays to thine superior We slave to regain the freedom we once had howsoever as it was tis was ours So forgive me if I give you the finger…
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One for the birds
A little bird told me I command your presence All I have to do is think of you & et voilí ! Yearn burns desire dreams of you thinking of you as the years pass by am I doomed to be just a simply admirer? Or will I touch your flesh someday? Can I ever overcome…
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