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Be quiet the doctor's wife said gently, let's all keep quiet, there are times when words serve no purpose, if only I, too, could weep, say everything with tears, not have to speak in order to be understood.

José Saramago


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Monday, January first, 2018

🦋 Círculos

¡Felicidades al año nuevo, herman@s poetas!

posted evening of January first, 2018: Respond
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Tuesday, January 16th, 2018

🦋 ¡Hagamos idioma!

Cuentista, son tus palabras
El idioma y nada más.
Cuentista, no hay idioma,
Se hace idioma al contar.
Al contar se hace el idioma,
Y al recordar las pasajes contadas
Se oye el relato que nunca
Se ha de volver a narrar.
Cuentista no hay idioma
Sino espuma sobre las aguas.

posted evening of January 16th, 2018: 1 response
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Friday, June 29th, 2018

In the dream, I was mentioning you
on Facebook. I typed the @ symbol
and all your names started popping up
for autocomplete;
names I didn't even know you went by.
Who are you anyways? I typed
but then thought better of asking.

posted evening of June 29th, 2018: Respond

Saturday, July 28th, 2018

🦋 No todo lo que apesta es mierda

No todo lo que apesta es mierda
me advierte
y que no me involucre

posted afternoon of July 28th, 2018: Respond

Sunday, June 9th, 2019

Poetry is not words.

posted afternoon of June 9th, 2019: 2 responses

Sunday, June 16th, 2019

The dropped beat -- the hiccup -- is happy.

posted afternoon of June 16th, 2019: Respond

Wednesday, June 26th, 2019

One must imagine Hamster happy
in his wheel

posted evening of June 26th, 2019: Respond

Saturday, June 29th, 2019

No haya algun optimista
como optimista muerto.

No haya algun cí­nico
como cínico muerto.

posted evening of June 29th, 2019: Respond

Sunday, July 14th, 2019

🦋 Motto

Every beginner ought to be given, as you have surely received, the tools of the craft. Or else one must beg, borrow or steal them. (Better still to fashion one's own...)

--Breyten Breytenbach

posted afternoon of July 14th, 2019: Respond
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Friday, August 23rd, 2019

There's no I in meat

posted evening of August 23rd, 2019: 1 response

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