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Hoy te escribo esta cartapor que siempre te quejabas de que nunca te enviaba cartas de amor. Decías que era frío que era todo indiferente y buscaste un continente para entregar tu calor. Tal vez ¿un hereje?. Se pueda ocupar de resucitar a hombres que siguen vivos. Las cartas que no envías sólo son cartas […]
When I was younger, I dreamt of Europe: a land of leisure where quadrilles of thin people of perfect iridescent complexions sat huddled around parasoled-tables at cafés along cobbled streets. They occupied themselves with endless prattling and laughing, drinking a plethora of dark beverages from Coke to espressos while exquisite, sublime cigarette smoke slothfully arose […]
My favorite singer is to release a new album in October. I’ve had a chance to listen to one of the new songs; I am hooked. By consequence, I have begun to listen to his music and naturally, I have been transported to all those infinite moments, those instances of my life, which I shall […]
Me siento raro al sacar mi cámara digital de su escondite y empezar a capturar el mundo que me rodea; odio ser un turista. En San Francisco un turista era el equivalente de aquel hombre que se para en la misma esquina, año tras años, y predije el regreso de Dios y predica el castigo […]
Faltan deseos, palabras para describir esto. Hoy ha llovido, después de grises días nublados. Durante un instanté creí ver en la distancia a Escocia; quizá un instante de locura. A veces este lugar comparte una fuerte similitud con un parque de atracción; faltan árboles y algo de lógica — un sueño irreal. Es tan fácil […]
The perfunctory preparations for landing began: one last collection of rubbish; the eternal ‘please pull your chair and tray into the up-right position’; &c. And as I glanced from my window, I saw Ireland: an imperfect tessellated puzzle of dark green parcels of land and dark grey asphalt roads reinvigorated by morning showers. The airplane […]
I arrived in Northern Ireland yesterday around 9 am. On my way to Helen’s Bay, where I shall be living for a month, I was unable to appreciate the seriousness of the main story occupying the British media: Heathrow, London’s main airport, is normally thronged with cross people in queues at this time of year. […]
Wish me luck. And now, I’m off. Northern Ireland, here I come!
Hoy inicio una odisea más — estoy totalmente agotado; frustrado; e inquieto. Espero llegar intacto; será increiblemente oneroso. Mis nervios están al borde de una ruptura. Irlanda del Norte, ya voy.