May not be any audioposts for a few days. Came down with something over the weekend and my throat feels like my elbows and knees did after I wiped out on my bicycle on a patch of gravel when I was 11. And as for talking, when I ain't sounding like a Yamaha dirt bike with engine problems I'm sounding like my voice is changing again. Maybe it is. You can call me Squeaky.
Viejo sol, por favor | Please, Old Sun
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He aquí una revisión de uno de los primeros poemas que intenté escribir en
español hace unos años. Hoy hace suficiente calor como para arreglarlo y
publica...
2 weeks ago
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