10.11.2009
10.10.2009
10.09.2009
nObelama a la carte...
Obama, Premio Nobel de la Paz
"Por su esfuerzo extraordinario para reforzar la diplomacia internacional" ¿Merece el premio?
Obama wins Nobel Peace PrizeIn Surprise, Nobel Peace Prize to Obama for Diplomacy
10.08.2009
10.07.2009
moliendo cafté
la gente civilizada toma té. eso dicen entre bocadillos de pepinos ellos por lo general de almidonado cuello. estomacal e hierbal. exquisitez civilizada hervida filtrada colada. el té. con sus horas claves digestivas. esofacales infusiones florales frutales de yerba seca mojada expandida abierta olorosa. civilización de explotación de colonia con colonia indiragando sacudiendo hojas de esencias finas en olfatos avanzados desarrollados más allá del cafetal esclavo negro molido a palos por eso entonces los que prefieren el aroma del elixir bruto sudado café tostado negro mediano hecho polvo a cuchillazos en maquinilla sinsinuante espolvoreado y apretado en molde italiano a presión vaporizado exaltado a la ebullición de la espuma froth del terciopelo café.... esos ¿qué son?
10.06.2009
10.05.2009
girasolesINteractivos
10.03.2009
10.02.2009
and we are celebrating...
at least some chicagoans are...click title for the Chicago Reader´s anti-Olympics view
9.30.2009
el bicho ( de las ) letras
mANCHO las HOJAS con LETRAS
sin SENTÍO
LETRAS de LÁSTIMA y PENA
LETRAS de OLViDO... el bicho
9.28.2009
huracanes [de] comunicaciones
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chiboney
a 2004 Hong Kong film (filmed in Shanghai) written and directed by Wong Kar-wai. It is a loose sequel to the 1991 film Days of Being Wild and the 2000 film In the Mood for Love. It follows the aftermath of Chow Mo-wan's unconsummated affair with Su Li-Zhen in 1960s Hong Kong.
9.27.2009
9.26.2009
flying birds, excellent birds...
because you were my hero once wearing black bird feathers under the frigid sun and once again then we were equals of a sort of pale pink not without but within a nucleus of soulful melodies singing in the dark of long intrepid corridors that had pomegranate petals embedded in the wooden floors of the many happening lofts with swing doors and loud musical beds tintineando in our sole thin memory of art as air cushioned by music as oxygen mistreated by reality tinted of green envy and purple gluttony splashed by amber sorrows and broken nests and sunken ships that stank of distilled love oil gone wrong but still we never ceased to be free with wings propelled in the wind gusts of two different skies far apart but near and dear as a pair of flying birds --excellent birds of a similar feather flocking together in the distant clarity beyond reality
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