Resistance
I place your hand upon my fingers. It’s not your destiny I seek―that much is clear.
I place your hand upon my fingers. It’s not your destiny I seek―that much is clear.
Our identity as humans, as people, as earthlings, as inhabitants of the universe itself is linked to earth, tethered to it.
Why are we so bad at taking care of the dying?
Poema “ad rimandum et videndum” – Vídeo “La última caricia” Terranova Editores, San Juan, Puerto Rico (2013)
Sobre la mesa de metal descansaba rodeado de los trapos de su piel.
During the month of June of the year 1812, a group of men begin a singular march. It is the Grande Armée of Napoleon Bonaparte.
Ulises me mira, como si lo hiciera por primera vez, como si parado frente al puerto despidiera, después del abrazo, a un viejo amigo.
Remember to get the weather in your god damned book—weather is important.