A la Sra. Lupe Medina de Ortega 1 Los grupos de palomas, notas, claves, silencios, alteraciones, modifican el ritmo de la loma. La que se sabe tornasol afina las ruedas luminosas de su cuello con mirar hacia atrás a su vecina. Le da al sol la mirada y escurre en una sola pincelada plan de … More Grupos de palomas
It was midday. The crowd filled the streets, coming and going, dispersing or conglomerating, circulating or standing still, pouring down the entrances to the métro like a river of bitumen, assaulting the buses like a cloud of locusts; a crowd trading on each other’s toes, digging its elbows into each other’s ribs, spitting into each … More Des Foules
…[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
(Siento que se aglomeran mis deseos como el pueblo a las puertas de una boda.) El río allá es un niño y aquí un hombre que negras hojas junta en un remanso. Todo el mundo le llama por su nombre y le pasa la mano como a un perro manso. ¿En qué estación han de … More Un paisaje hecho poema
Donde las altas ruedas con silencio se mueven, y a gemir no se atreven las verdes sonorosas alamedas, por no hacer ruïdo al Betis, que entre juncias va dormido; sobre un peñasco roto, al tronco recostado de un fresno levantado, que escogió entre los árboles del soto porque su sombra es flores, su dulce fruto … More Luis de Góngora: Canción
We went to Lafayette, to a benefit for the Gulf Restoration Network, and saw D. L. Menard. We went in through the front door, so as to pay the cover charge, which was the point. To get there, we burned fossil fuels; that is why we had to leave dedans la porte en arrière. You, … More Gulf Restoration with D. L. Menard
I found this place by chance; then it got written up. Here is Gilberto Bosques, in conversation with Elena Poniatowska, on watching British planes come in at night over southern France, en route to Germany during the second world war. Look at the prose he speaks: Muchas veces no bajé, en la noche era un … More Casa Refugio Citlaltépetl
I posted condolences to the condolence page of Carlos Monsiváis, the “eccentric and ubiquitous” intellectual and journalist, but they were generic. I did not say that I met him without knowing who he was when I was asked to give him a ride in Riverside, California, and that we got to our destination early and … More Carlos Monsiváis
From the Aztec temple you can look across to the Spanish cathedral and beyond to a famous modern tower. I don’t really like to take pictures but if I had a camera I would like to compose and take a picture of this view. When I visit the ancient buildings I wish I could have … More Bernal Díaz del Castillo
The author of this codex is in now in his stela, but the narrator is located in the place of cactus petals. It is a great metropolis. I have realized I may have something in common with those people who cannot work without the television on. I can only really work in cities. Ya busco presuroso … More La región más transparente del aire
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