I ONLY GET TO HOLD HER WHEN SHE’S INJURED, I ONLY GET TO KISS HER WHEN SHE’S SORE.

Sunday, May 9th, 2010

The paunch isn’t visible when she stands up in the tub and looks down, but it is when she turns a little to the left, towards the bathroom mirror. Her upper body feels heavy, not because of its actual weight but because of the weight of her gaze, examining all the crucial aspects of her [...]

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Caminante No Hay Camino.

Thursday, December 24th, 2009

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 [...]

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