“eres extraño basura…”. well… maybe I am… but I’ll own it.

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we meet where we always meet

at the intersection of the clouds and the solar plex

we do what we do best

together

that is to harvest memories

some are bright

some are slight

but from an amber they burn

the sun burns

the lungs burn

the heart melts

and we burn, burn, burn…

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I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.

Jack Kerouac, On the Road

La mirada de una mujer es un universo de emociones; a menudo se describe como el reflejo de su alma, capaz de transmitir una fuerza y una profundidad inigualables sin necesidad de palabras.

Let Joy be your source of motivation…

Taking a break from junkie town for some hot mineral springs therapy…

"The root of suffering is attachment“

• Buddha

Poems in a poetry free zone…

… I feel like I woke up from a wonderful warm dream of love and adventure… to this stark austere reality of an old life. ¡Guácala!

"Most men lead lives of quiet desperation, and go to the grave with the song still in them."

• Henry David Thoreau

It All Begins Here… because it all ended there…