oct. 6, a park devoted to abandoned cats and carnivorous plants

ate my first argentine steak.....could have died right then and there. not sure if it is a faux pas to come into a fancy Parilla restaurant lugging shopping bags of cereal and cheese....nor if it is against the rules to eat all of the bread, butter, and dipping marinades. but, when in rome.....


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soon we will put up the other blog/website that has the collection of writing/art pieces we've been putting up around the city....

but for now, what i forgot to post yesterday....they are getting shorter and shorter, as otherwise, i spend the entire day tip tapping on the typewriter.

this one was initially written in spanish....so, the english translation comes out sounding just like that, an english translation.



Oct.6



The skin, a bird, no , a collection of birds that sing with broken faces, their hands, without fingers, white, like the daughter of the blind man.



(en español)

La piel, un pájaro, no, una colleción de pájaros que cantan con las caras rotas, sus manos, sin dedos, blancos, como la hija del ciego.