[It is meant to be read in Spanish. It’s translation loses the pain, the beauty, the emotion, the rhythm… such that it does the original no justice.] Puedo escribir los versos mas tristes esta noche. Escribir, por ejemplo: “La noche esta estrellada, y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos”. El viento de la noche […]
Old Journal Entries
Journal entries imported from LiveJournal and others.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars, and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.” The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. On nights […]
He likes Moulin Rouge. How many guys do I know like that movie? Other than me, none… until today. And, my dear friends, this guy has “the gay.” Dinner was wonderful. I haven’t had sushi in quite some time. So, being able to enjoy such a great dinner with good company was a treat. He […]
Why is the media so easy on Bush? I just don’t get it. The media is not doing its job.
I cried over a billy-bumbler. What a weird situation? I was hungry. I was cold even though I was wrapped around a comforter and my sleeping bag. Then, as Oy was dying in Roland’s arms, my eyes and sinuses got really hot and tears came trickling down my cheeks and the sides of my nose. […]