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Monthly Archives: April 2011
My fun times with Gloria
“Take me to the station. Right now!” “But all I said was …” “Take me to the station. It was foolish of me to assume you might be different.” “Gloria, all I said was …” “Lord have mercy on me. … Continue reading
Words for Julia
You can’t go back because life is pushing you ahead like an unending howl. You’ll feel caged, you’ll feel lost and alone, perhaps wishing you’d never been born. But always remember what I wrote one day thinking of you as … Continue reading
Posted in Life, Literature, Love, Lyrics, Music, Poetry, Translation, Writing
Tagged José Agustín Goytisolo, Paco Ibáñez, Words for Julia
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Many-splendored
No wisteria, no chrysanthemum out there, but still a good sneeze. – Oson Posted for Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazón. A somewhat tongue-in-cheek haiku by one of the lesser-known masters.
Posted in Creative writing, Flowers, Fun, Haiku, Literature, Nature, Writing
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Epidemic thinking
While Fukushima is out of control, blatantly demonstrating the helplessness of the operators and the nuclear power community, releasing radioactivity that might in some way eventually affect everyone on the planet, some countries can’t seem to wait to build more … Continue reading
Ruminations about current trends in love I
L’amour ne peut plus voyager Il a perdu son messager – Georges Moustaki Is there less love now than there used to be? Perhaps the messengers have indeed died off, as in chemical reactions where two need to react but … Continue reading
Posted in Bland observations, Enigma, Life, Love, Lyrics, Music, Poetry, Writing
Tagged Sunday Scribblings
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