October 2010
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Çarpo
La mano me esta matando, el duende ya ni me habla, las palabras se me olvidan, la gramatica se transmutó. Y ahora soy yo.
March 2010
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October 2009
1 post
In front of Me
In front of me three rivers slowly flow, patiently waiting to merge into the sea. Three streams of worry also run over my chest. The clean substance of which they’re made becomes dark when I think of something mundane, or everytime I go out to the street. But, contrary to the movement of the first three, the latter mentioned flow upwards, climbing up the hills, and carrying the dust and sand...
August 2009
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June 2009
2 posts
May 2009
4 posts
WatchThis is how my name looks like in Ancient Egyptian Language. Taken in Brighton, in the Pavilion Museum.
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February 2009
1 post
El Mensaje
Me ha llegado un mensaje. Un mensaje inesperado, corto pero con tanto implícito en él. De remitente insospechado. Alguien mas o menos olvidado, parte del pasado; una parte linda del pasado, valga aclarar. Me hizo sonreir. Qué bien caen las sorpresas, qué agradable saber.