Monday, November 19, 2007

the spilling yeast

¡Un corazón para mí!
¡Caliente!, que se derrame
por los montes de mi pecho;
dejadme entrar, ¡ay, dejadme!

(F. G. L. )

Tuesday, November 13, 2007


The whispered conversations in overcrowded hallways
The atmosphere as thrilling here as always
Feel the early morning madness
Feel the magic in the making
Why, everything's as if we never said goodbye

(Sunset Boulevard)