Both were first borns
Both were sons of a carpenter
Both were sons of an old man
Both were sons of a pater putativus
Both listened to their conscience
Both had perforated extremities
Both were manipulated by invisible strings
Both had a fairy or spirit that enlightened them
Both were driven towards sin
Both, in the end, refused to be dominated by evil
Both played with children
3.28.2010, Prague, Czech Republic
Sunday, March 28, 2010
freedom of speech.
My grandfather tended to express his malaise about the rising price in maize and beans through minuscule, muffled, mumbles. Once in a while the paper that was distributed all throughout the city would come to rest in his hands but he was unable to read it like millions of illiterate Mexicans.
He visited the most prolific circle of political analysis known to man in his time: the barbershop. The barber was master of scissor and comb; a connoisseur and propagator of renovating ideas. The barbershop was the center of the political and cultural universe. And, like hair, ignorance fell from my grandfather’s head (and off every man) only to reappear once again with the passing of time as he exited the barbershop and walked into reality.
Times are so different. Now, I don’t wish to talk about myself but I must. I admit that I find a bit of amusement about the many ways and styles that exist in this country to tell the President to go “fuck himself”.
J-Lopez (Dario Mariategui)
Prague, Czech Republic
3.28.2010
He visited the most prolific circle of political analysis known to man in his time: the barbershop. The barber was master of scissor and comb; a connoisseur and propagator of renovating ideas. The barbershop was the center of the political and cultural universe. And, like hair, ignorance fell from my grandfather’s head (and off every man) only to reappear once again with the passing of time as he exited the barbershop and walked into reality.
Times are so different. Now, I don’t wish to talk about myself but I must. I admit that I find a bit of amusement about the many ways and styles that exist in this country to tell the President to go “fuck himself”.
J-Lopez (Dario Mariategui)
Prague, Czech Republic
3.28.2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Ava lived this way. Ava died this way.
Ava saluted death with a somber smile and together they parted while the sun still smiled softly on a summer afternoon.
The Reaper, for the first time in history, was not cloaked in torn dark garments. No sickle in her hand. Together, Ava and the reaper seemed like two good friends embarking on an eternal adventure. One wore a black cocktail dress and the other a hospital gown buttoned to the knees.
This way she lived. This way she died.
She, the spark of the neighborhood and as happy as the flirtatious clouds that draw shapeless objects in the sky. Without a destiny, enjoying every moment and without looking forward as those who have blind faith in promise.
Ava lived free.
She owned the wind and the rain. The sky was the roof over her head and the mountains the walls crowned with stars that invited her to walk unknown paths. Every home was her home. Wherever she arrive she stayed. All of the open spaces cherished her joy, a joy that inundated the atmosphere like the warm smell a cup of coffee.
Ava lived this way. Ava died this way.
J-Lopez (Dario Mariategui)
Prague, Czech Republic
3.26.2010
The Reaper, for the first time in history, was not cloaked in torn dark garments. No sickle in her hand. Together, Ava and the reaper seemed like two good friends embarking on an eternal adventure. One wore a black cocktail dress and the other a hospital gown buttoned to the knees.
This way she lived. This way she died.
She, the spark of the neighborhood and as happy as the flirtatious clouds that draw shapeless objects in the sky. Without a destiny, enjoying every moment and without looking forward as those who have blind faith in promise.
Ava lived free.
She owned the wind and the rain. The sky was the roof over her head and the mountains the walls crowned with stars that invited her to walk unknown paths. Every home was her home. Wherever she arrive she stayed. All of the open spaces cherished her joy, a joy that inundated the atmosphere like the warm smell a cup of coffee.
Ava lived this way. Ava died this way.
J-Lopez (Dario Mariategui)
Prague, Czech Republic
3.26.2010
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