la dernière semaine

Se va dejando una gran experiencia jamás imaginada. La compañía de Amiri y Amina Baraka ha sido de lo más disfrutable y me ha dejado con una sensación de alma repleta. Me resulta increible aún haber compartido dos enormes noches con un miembro de la ya extinta generación beat bajo un soundtrack jazzístico.

blb gracias por compartir tanto de eso.

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Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note

Lately, I've become accustomed to the way
The ground opens up and envelopes me
Each time I go out to walk the dog.
Or the broad edged silly music the wind
Makes when I run for a bus...

Things have come to that.

And now, each night I count the stars.
And each night I get the same number.
And when they will not come to be counted,
I count the holes they leave.

Nobody sings anymore.

And then last night I tiptoed up
To my daughter's room and heard her
Talking to someone, and when I opened
The door, there was no one there...
Only she on her knees, peeking into

Her own clasped hands

-Amiri Baraka-