Yonder Lies It

by a tijuanense xicano: identity, religion, a dab of politics & wads literature @ 2¢ a pop – exegete at large

  • Had to ask

    So am writing profusely in English. Don’t ask why. It just happens. I think I started picking up on my writing because of Hemingway. Or the movie at least. The one with that chick, Nicole Kidman. Though I’ve read a number of stories of Hemingway I can’t say that I have read all of them.…

  • Assimilation

    I don’t really know how much of a Swede I am. I mean, here I am, expressing that in English. I suppose that I can never be a Swede in the physical sense but in the realms of how a Swede is I can say I adhere to their ways. Comportment, attitudes, certain values and…

  • Beer

    I don’t know what this country has come to. Frankly. you’d think that in a country like Sweden there be beer for sale on what I thought, and seemed, to be an ordinary any other day. I know that in other parts of the world, or Europe, today is important because of the 3 Wise…

  • Insights 56ythxc3

    I realized an important thing for me in Rome: am an attractive man. Here in Sweden I am always wondering if there is something wrong me when it comes to women and I always end up feeding negative energy to the flow of my consciousness which send me straight to gutter hell for my self-esteem.…

  • When in Rome

    I think I insulted Rome when I said to myself that it bore resemblance to México City. It’s right down dirty and ugly at first sight. Except the dirtiness looks prettier in Rome because, well, it’s Rome. The imagination just takes off had Italians been the ones to conquer México and not Spaniards. I haven’t…

  • retazos mentales

    Find myself thinking about human relations today. Not because I hate the xmas season, which I do. But because solitude seems to glue some aspects of society in some pretty weird ways. Take for example a man I saw today while I had to wait for my departure train to arrive on its tracks. This…

  • Sin voz

    En mi paí­s nos hemos quedado sin voces. Las habí­a. Hoy queda solo la boquita muerta, sin labia. Ese es el menester del a bien dado, o bien es No hay campo para rijosos no porque no hay rijosos sino porque lo rijoso se ha hecho carrera y como toda carrera hay competencia para ser…

  • background

    When outdoors in foreign cities I don’t usually pay attention to the table were I sit. Or maybe I do. But not with the intensity as this. This one had a sprayed painted ad worn by the sun. Pale by sunburn and ready to poison the environment with its nostalgia. The tavern had outdoor sitting…

  • R-13xiv1455v11-LX

    Tänker på dig. Din essens. Och hur jag saknar den numera. Tycker det í¤r tråkig att din innersta víäen vill inte längre göra anspråk på min lilla livsväsen Mina ådror saknar den ljuva smärtan min mage avrådde att njuta. så fort mina tankar förde mig dit   [ …]   (ville så himla så mycket tro så…

  • La suave calorcita del asfalto

    El invierno se aproxima pensó. La oscuridad vení­a con vientos gélidos, cubrí­a las calles y las sombras, que se desvanecí­an bajo la luz de una luna menguante, se imponí­an a la oscuridad reclamando forma y ser. El silencio que suele acompañar estas calles resonaba cada ruido que estas noches producen y camino a quién sabe…

  • Dolores

    Las cosas por las que uno pasa. Estar enamorado es una de ellas. Estar enamorado y y estar incapacitado para declarar esa es otra. No sé cómo eso es posible. Estar enamorado de una persona a la que ni conozco. Solo la veo. Eso dicen, que los chicos se enamoran viendo. La veo y pierdo…

  • te llamas: Misericordia y me tienes en llamas

    Eres el aire en sí­ sin tí­ nada Contigo todo. Como tenerte entre mis manos cuando ni puedo verte y hasta oraciones aviento al aire para que el viento te las lleve a tus oí­dos te pido que me escuches que te necesito quisiera verte en mis brazos que triste es ser yo tener imaginación…

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