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With the Luxury of a Flophouse: A Pleasant Stroll
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With the Luxury of a Flophouse. Monday, October 5, 2009. New York, October, 2009. The subway wails under the asphalt. Pushing out all the rancid air of the underground. Through the metal grates. Outside, lovers,. Taut with their limbs and organs,. Velvet each other under the vigilance of a lamppost. Fumes everyone’s vehemence and loneliness. Into the high gray infinite. Skyscrapers aim sharp hornets. At the same constant, unreachable sky,. Who hangs heavy like a manatee. The lion licks his paw.
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Articulos y Comentarios: Cautivos en el epicentro de la libertad
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Thursday, July 1, 2010. Cautivos en el epicentro de la libertad. Granada, 16 de Mayo de 2010. Y ¿qué sería de nosotros sin aquellos poetas comprometidos? Veo muchos jóvenes de izquierdas, porque se debe ser de izquierdas. ¿Porque cómo vas a ser fascista, porque cómo vas a ser católico, porque cómo te van a gustar los toros? Por esta razón es que es muy difícil que funcione un sistema judicial, ya que somos culpables señalando a culpables en un círculo vicioso e infinito. Pero también debo reconocer q...
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With the Luxury of a Flophouse: August 2010
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With the Luxury of a Flophouse. Thursday, August 5, 2010. Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee around a Pomegranate a Second Before. Granada, March 23, 2010. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Los Fantasmas de Camaron y Paco. Philosophical Essays and Commentary. Critical Essays and Reviews. En la lengua de Nebrija. Cuartito Techero / Berkeley Attic / La Chambre. The Love of Zero. Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee around a Pomeg. Las malas companias fueron las mejores. View my complete profile.
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With the Luxury of a Flophouse: October 2009
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With the Luxury of a Flophouse. Monday, October 5, 2009. New York, October, 2009. The subway wails under the asphalt. Pushing out all the rancid air of the underground. Through the metal grates. Outside, lovers,. Taut with their limbs and organs,. Velvet each other under the vigilance of a lamppost. Fumes everyone’s vehemence and loneliness. Into the high gray infinite. Skyscrapers aim sharp hornets. At the same constant, unreachable sky,. Who hangs heavy like a manatee. The lion licks his paw.
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With the Luxury of a Flophouse: Fragment on Deviance
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With the Luxury of a Flophouse. Tuesday, April 14, 2009. This is a reflexion on the road of sin. It is a fragment from the second chapter of the novel I have been working on for the past couple of months. It is still just a mirage and who knows if it will ever take a substancial form, for I have a love-hate relationship with long story lines. Here it is, a comment on that deviant road which seems also so seducing. June 20, 2009 at 7:47 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Critical Essays and Reviews.
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With the Luxury of a Flophouse: The Little Hopeless Poem from a Typewriter in Times of Touchscreens
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With the Luxury of a Flophouse. Sunday, April 12, 2009. The Little Hopeless Poem from a Typewriter in Times of Touchscreens. Friday the 13th, Florida, March 2009. 10th day of fasting, new typewriter. A halo of mischief, as on a throne,. Sits on this world. Let out decrepit laughter. On the verge of weariness. I hear glorious misintentioned words. Pronounced and wrapped in felp. I weave my dreams carefully. In desperate search for ease. There is an epidemic, demagogic! From appearing on a screen.
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With the Luxury of a Flophouse: April 2010
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With the Luxury of a Flophouse. Wednesday, April 14, 2010. On Beauty (beyond man´s finger). And the entire world vibrates. The world behind the walls shakes emulating the heart of man (or the other way around). I cannot see or touch the fins of glory, yet glory shines its iridescence on the eyes of the young: Here is New York! Here is New York! Window like a Funnel on a Little House on the Hill. Barbados, February 2009. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Los Fantasmas de Camaron y Paco. En la lengua de Nebrija.
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With the Luxury of a Flophouse: Untitled Poem of Freedom
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With the Luxury of a Flophouse. Thursday, April 23, 2009. Untitled Poem of Freedom. Glad, the fire ants perform their gaiety tasks. Such as hunting for giant creatures. Or polishing shoes for surgeons and moths. Blind all creatures who cheer for their lifetime. Of self inflicted industrialism. Especially frightened warriors and gods. When a child stares up close. Into the window of love. All secrets must be kept. By the king’s lips of stone. A world of light waits in ambush. For truth to run free,.
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With the Luxury of a Flophouse: On Vulnerability
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With the Luxury of a Flophouse. Sunday, June 21, 2009. Okotoks, Canada, June 2009. So beautiful when vulnerable, and so vulnerable the way I remember you…. June 22, 2009 at 10:02 AM. This is too lovely too too lovely. June 28, 2009 at 9:51 PM. June 29, 2009 at 2:16 PM. I know, right? July 27, 2009 at 6:45 PM. This comment has been removed by the author. July 27, 2009 at 6:49 PM. This comment has been removed by the author. July 28, 2009 at 5:51 PM. I cry when i see this. August 5, 2009 at 5:06 PM.
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Articulos y Comentarios: May 2010
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Monday, May 10, 2010. La Cigarra y la Hormiga (más allá de proselitismos). A continuación se verá una espeluznante fábula de Jean de La Fontaine, posteriormente una pequeña glosa. Yo, como tú, he sido Cigarra y he sido Hormiga…. Cantó la cigarra durante todo el verano, retozó y descansó, y se ufanó de su arte, y al llegar el invierno se encontró sin nada: ni una mosca, ni un gusano. Te pagaré la deuda con sus intereses; - le dijo - antes de la cosecha, te doy mi palabra. 191; Conque cantabas? No es sólo ...
