Saturday, November 30, 2013

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question. . .                          
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit. -ts eliot, the love song of j alfred prufrock 

Tuesday, November 19, 2013


Monday, November 18, 2013

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

por no ir tras su paso como un penitente

Friday, November 08, 2013


Monday, November 04, 2013

ray caesar