entrenchada
La vida sigue su curso, entrenchada en la lengua inglesa. Qué mas quisiera yo estar leyendo algún autor de habla cristiana. Nada en lo absoluto, nada. El día estuvo frío, nublado, un día cualquiera. Una visitante a Raza Cósmica llego por correo…
Read MoreFrijoles Aztecas
The classical. He does it. But he does it because he misses those things which bring back to memory those very things which he is far from. I’ve always argued that there isn’t a most fervent nationalist than he or she who is an ex-pat. So he…
Read Moreun idioma elitista
A mi me parece que el español es una cuestión elitista, por ejemplo, esta mañana, en camino a esta terminal, que graciosamente los españoles le llaman “ordenador” me di cuenta que es, desde mi punto de vista mexicano, muy huraño. Los ingleses…
Read MoreThe classical
He does it. But he does it because he misses those things which bring back to memory those very things which he is far from. I’ve always argued that there isn’t a most fervent nationalist than he or she who is an ex-pat. So he sits there in…
Read MoreLo curioso: no me canso de escribir, pero creo que es importante hacerlo pues me he dado cuenta de una cosa. Necesito utilizar diariamente mis tres idiomas. Lo que se me dificulta puesto que en casa hablo inglés y por estos días solo estudio en el…
Read MoreEstoy cansado, he escrito mucho en inglés y me mata mucho pensar en ese pinche adorable odioso idioma. Pero ni modo, es una carga génetica que llevo denro. Ni modo de hacerme un operación plástica por ello. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Read MoreThoughts galore
Boy! Been working on this last poem and it sure seems to always need some improvement. Even when I am moderately satisfied with it I go back and give it a second look. I try to be consistent with the images that the words convey. I guess loathing…
Read MoreStockholm Rucks
Taking an aimless stroll Through these tacit atmospheres I gaze about aloof Near throngs of people by Slowly making headway An halcyon wanders into view A solace embraces my senses That wavers through and by Along noised urban voices People sway to and…
Read MoreSolivagant
The pavement was like any other, black. Sand blended with dirt could be seen strewn on the surface. Strolling along its path, George, with his hands inside his pockets, noticed a kiwi smashed well into the rocky asphalt leaving a distinct green color…
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