bracing for impact.

vean Man on Wire

dos.

This way, that way
I do not know
what to do: I
am of two minds

Sappho

Mrs. Chan.

NY(fuck!)U.

the end.

Guys... where are we?

Ayer, a la 1pm, empecé a ver el primer season de LOST. 14 horas más tarde todavía estaba viendo LOST...me jodí. ¿Qué carajos está pasando en esa isla?! Yo quiero ir.

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+ fotos aqui.

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Ojala pudiera estar en Puerto Rico para las manifestaciones en contra la brutalidad policiaca.

Ver noticia.

Expectations.

"Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises; and oft it hits
Where hope is coldest, and despair most fits."

Shakespeare, All's Well That Ends Well

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1. Conozco a Lydi hace más de dos años y todavía no nos odiamos. Eso es un record, de seguro. Solamente pude verla una vez mientras estuve en Puerto Rico. Yo conduje por primera vez en un año para ir a buscarla a su casa, comimos hamburguesas gigantes en Los Pinos y después visitamos a Ralph. Fue una de las mejores noches. Me hace mucha falta.

2. Me publicaron un ensayo en la Gaceta hispánica de Madrid.

3. Tres fotos:

ciao.

El retorno del Jedi.

After a year of not seeing my family and friends I finally went home to Puerto Rico. I missed it more than i thought it was harder leaving and saying goodbye to everybody this time(second time around).

I'm back in Madrid ready to start a new chapter. I'm ALMOST done writing my thesis which means i will soon by a graduated graduate student... what the fuck? Once again i don't know what to do with my life but i do know i need a break from studying... it has been my refuge for too long.

A lot has happened this year so i'm not gonna try to summarize shit. I will try to get this blog going once again eventhough there's a huge gap of events/documentation that i cannot/will not/refuse to fill.

Here are a few photos a took during my stay in PR. You can see more here.

And all I loved, I loved alone.

From Childhood's Hour
Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then—in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent or the fountain,
From the red cliff or the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed my flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

dogs+lasers.