"The end of my journey / was still far off..."
27, living in Spain - but not from here!
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Category: Life
'Can people change?' is a different question from 'Do people change?'. Everyone could, in theory, if they wanted to, but then they'd have to be able to change what they want or they'd just be being themselves by changing their behavior according to their fixed will (which is a roundabout way of saying they would actually not be changing at all). In response to the question of whether people do cha... » Continue Reading
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Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
In a moment of quiet I pity him when thinking of wistful joy and hope, like a hurt beast, hunting in hunger for souls that offer nothing; too proud to admit his hurt smiling through the inner fire finding no rest in hate filled with poison to the brim and keeping within acid tears of pride. He, too, was one of the blessed, brother of the subtle harmonies and small flowers made of light. » Continue Reading
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Category: Life
A cigarette is a kiss you give to the world. It goes well with everything: at night after dinner, at a shady spot in the forest, before and after the working day, in love, in heartbreak, with rock and foxtrot, while reading and while swearing with righteous anger. The only place it doesn't fully belong is on the bright green grass in the middle of a clear spring day, or with ice cream. You really ... » Continue Reading
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Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
These are some poems I have jotted down in spare hours at work, when nobody comes by the fishmonger's stand and time grinds down to cruising speed. They are not very good, but they capture a certain kind of feeling that I haven't felt anywhere else. EGGS AT HALF PRICE Supermarket evening her husband died two days ago he didn't make it to see eggs at half price. PINEAPPLES! Swimming in liquid sunli... » Continue Reading
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Category: Life
Whenever I have a great day, such as today; a day in which nothing or nearly nothing goes wrong, and I am able to enjoy life in its purest form, as the morning turns into evening and into night, I am often unable to go to sleep. It is really hard to say goodbye to a good day. Maybe tomorrow will be good too, but I can't help thinking that I would rather have today for the second time around. I am ... » Continue Reading
Category: Food and Restaurants
I learned to cook alone, but I am not self-taught: I was taught by the experiences of countless people online and in print, and by the experiences of many millions before them. Cooking is the private enjoyment of a folk art, and one is always indebted to many for every lesson gained on it. Here is a list of all lessons on cooking that I can remember, which I will update as I remember more. -------... » Continue Reading
Category: Life
My grandmother is Brazilian, and she emigrated to Venezuela when she was about my age, in her late twenties. She had married an architect from Puerto Cumarebo and moved with him from Rio de Janeiro to the Amazon jungle, where an oil company had hired him to design the homes of its technical personnel. They lived for a good while in a house made of wood and corrugated roofing sheets, and now she li... » Continue Reading
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
我想再看一眼大海，目睹我半生的泪水有多汪洋 I want to take another look at the ocean, behold the vastness of tears from half a lifetime 我想再爬一爬高高的山头，试着把丢失的灵魂喊回来 I want to climb another mountain, try to call back the soul that I’ve lost... I found out about Xu Lizhi's suicide when I had just graduated high school. I was seventeen back then and he was twenty-f » Continue Reading
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Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
I was fired last Friday, and it is Monday today. Looking for poems on getting fired, I found this one by a Zen monk: let go the long weekend becomes even longer What I think is the strangest thing about being fired is how people do it. Modern corporative culture is deeply concerned with justifying itself and its power structures, and so people are » Continue Reading
Category: Life
This was many years ago, and it lasted perhaps a year or two. As time passes it becomes harder to remember the exact moments that change us, and only a vague impression of life remains. Sometimes I think about it, and although I am now in other places and under other clouds and other stars, the poems I wrote when I loved another man back then still ring true and only sometimes feel like too much. ... » Continue Reading
Category: Life
This is my soapmaking recipe, which I post here for everyone who might use it and for myself, because I know I will end up losing it again and having to experiment with proportions once more to get it right. It has happened two times so far. » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I wrote this poem on the occasion of a friend's dream, in which he was the King of Spain. I entitled it El sueño del rey mozo , which would translate to something such as A Young King's Dream , or The Dream of the Young King. » Continue Reading
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