in ceasing to exist gods create in the air an emptiness where the light comes to settle all their monuments gather around the edge the earth underneath congeals its ancient waves see the god descending from the pediment he was supposed to induce the rain’s downfall it’s the sky today that drops into the rock … More Tulum

I stayed in the country for a while, living in León. And Bill Deshon, Shipley, Dixie, Bob Gray, Bill Stoker, and others came to see me and they told me about the second expedition and Walker’s death. How on the Mississippi one night he silently weighed anchor: They landed on the coast of Honduras late … More With Walker in Nicaragua – trozo final

They loved Granada like a woman. Even today tears well up in their eyes when they remember the loss of their dear Granada the town of the Chamorros … Where once there was love. At last the pure waters, the clean blue breezes of the early morning and out of Granada with its red corpses … More Granada after Walker

Walker in good spirits produced long cavalcades through the streets. — But, downhearted, Corral never left his house … And that day on which he was arrested (tried by court-martial, the prisoner then threw himself on the mercy of Walker, and Walker: that the prisoner would be shot at noon) ladies came, with Señora Corral, … More Continuing on with Walker in Nicaragua

Granada would awake each morning with bells and cries of vendors in the streets: I have oranges, papayas, jocotes, watermelons, musk melons, zapotes! — Who wants to buy? and water vendors with their casks crying out: Waaaaaaaater, waaaater, waaaater! All day long that cry of water would cool the streets and there were stands with … More Walk(er)ing further in Nicaragua