Prosas profanas

…[He aquí que veréis en mis versos princesas, reyes, cosas imperiales, visiones de países lejanos o imposibles: ¡qué queréis!, yo detesto la vida y el tiempo en que me tocó nacer; y a un presidente de República no podré saludarle en el idioma en que te cantaría a ti, ¡oh Halagabal! de cuya corte -oro, … More Prosas profanas

Des fragments de Z

What shall we be when we grow up? * This is a kaleidoscopic post. It was a narrative post, but now it is kaleidoscopic. * People have been trying to convince me I am insane for decades. * In Reeducation, we were taught that there was a choice between being happy and being right. If … More Des fragments de Z

That American Manner

It is hurricane season again, Z-titlan members, so it is time to watch the National Hurricane Center website. I have been to some parties since arriving in the United States and there was more drinking and lecturing, and less interaction, than Mexicans seem to undertake. It is as though we had been trained to compete … More That American Manner