es un soplo la vida
sintió el mundo tal como es. nada le nublaba la vista. apoyada en el tronco de una araucaria milenaria, de cara al río, hasta con los ojos cerrados veía los benteveos. de repente se levantó el austro y le secó el sudor…
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cheeto bike
take a drag
the bridge groans under the weight of trucks barreling towards the city, towards the isle the train dives under the river as it lumbers towards the next station the girl with the red cross on her neck, oblivious to it all, takes…
pequena vertigem de amor
está bien mojarse un poco, pues el que quiera peces, que se moje el culo. sale el sol, se esconde y hace viento. llovizna, escampa, (dios dador todoperoso escatima y sienta de perlas) vuelve a lloviznar, empapa, hace más viento. luego, luego…
everyone needs their own spot
it's a beautiful 68°F in oklahoma city, with a cool, southerly breeze that carries the songs of orioles, finches and larks, as well as an assortment of whirrs and warbles, and the pneumatic drumming of a jackhammer. it's hard to imagine not…
it’s warm again (kind of)
new york city temperatures have crept up into the 50s, occasional 60s and very flirty low 70s. for like an hour or two. this must be what some humans call "hoodie weather". well, anyway, i took the cheeto out. i shoved a…