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Caminante No Hay Camino.

In Brain Functions, Nation on 24 December 2009 tagged autumn, being pretentious, garcia lorca, machado, poetry with 2 comments

One of my favorite poems: Caminante no hay camino, by Antonio Machado.
Caminante, son tus huellas
el camino y nada más;
Caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar.
Al andar se hace el camino,
y al volver la vista atrás
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar.
Caminante no hay camino
sino estelas en la mar.
I am pretty much [...]

Day Of Our Dead.

In Nation on 1 November 2008 tagged death, melodrama, mother with no comments

There are no children in the patio today, save for that stray child trotting around morosely, kicking around wet leaves and screaming “Ole! Ole! Ole!” for no apparent reason. I wonder what his mother has been feeding him. I wonder if I should contact Social Services.
Today, children are being forced into suits and dark dresses, [...]

Swelled And Broke.

In Nation on 14 October 2008 tagged long long time ago, Nation, river, Turia with 3 comments

It’s been raining, wildy and erratically, for the past few days. Spaniards like to call this weather “gota fria”, or “cold drop”. No, it’s not raining cough medicine.
My mother is non-chalant about this weather, but deep inside, in some secret subconcious part of her, I know she hates it. She’ll pull out flashlights and draw [...]