me liking this odd year, but rather began incróspito over a month ago that I turn around here, say over the past decade. I guess it's not that I did not have "important" things to say, was rather that he had too much to say and so I never find where to start. Finally, sometimes the wisest course in these cases is make a list and see if you can get anything coherent out of that series of unrelated and arbitrary ideas.
My first list of 2011:
1. For days I wonder if I will continue being a poet, if my love for the arts will survive this diet of silence that I impose to sort the ideas and stop thinking about stupid things and learn to be real poet.
2. Since last year I have not seen the ogre who lives in El Trebol.
3. The hitch I still do not go well, what This can be a problem when you have to tie many things together.
4. Sometimes on the road that remains is a puddle of oil and lots of broken glass that tell the story of something that was broken. Other times, a red spot on the road leaves the certainty that something died there. Sometimes my life is full of broken glass, old stories that remind me that something broke there. Sometimes the memories are like a pile of dry leaves scattered by the wind and then settle into my heart, in peace and let me sleep.
5. It is curious that at the beginning of the year have to say goodbye to so many things. It is curious that I had to close as many cycles at the beginning of a new cycle. Maybe it's because I'ma slow learner, maybe it's because the load was too heavy and just had to get some rest.
6. Uncle Albert, I miss you. Be well, wherever you're gone.
7. After this you never publicly admit it: Joe, I miss you and always in the background, always expected to change their minds and come looking. 7.1
Who knows if I'll be here next time. I love you always.
8. It was Monday morning and I wanted to go to Pt. Escape to Antigua and sit in the park to read and drink coffee. Perhaps walking through the center, take a coffee at Cafe Leon.
9. Perhaps after all, "Dragonfly" was not a good name for the store. Maybe I should not try in a place where people do not read. Perhaps one of these harmonious utopia again.
10. I left the coffee, maybe that is changing my mood. To make up now as chocofresas.
11. It is good to the old ways. I have wanted to write letters.
