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unfortunately speechless
inexplicably untamed.
cancerous mutations
of everything again.

aptitude in loss
shouted long and loud.
fickle manipulation
overlapping to extend.

shamefully shinning
proudly unnamed.
rehearsed inclination
bites my skin instead.

there are many ways to be cuban and i resist the notion that to be cuban is to hold
particular political views or act in certain circumscribed ways.

i've always wanted to explore the borderland between what is only remotely possible and what is utterly impossible. this is what i've always wanted to do.

i am a voluntary exile.

i used to be able to recap my days and actually make them sound authentic and relevant. i've promised (and sort of forced) myself to keep a journal this summer in europe. because if i ever decide to enroll in graduate school, my teachers will whole-heartedly laugh at my petty attempts of creation. i need to practice. this is a craft. this must be ( Read more... )

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feeling like i always wanted to make music. and i dont have anyone to make it with. feeling like i should have acted upon things that had come my way in my past in a different way. thinking that if i would have reacted differently i would have been living a different reality now than i thought i would be at 24 and there's so much more.

aver, para empezar hay que aver un empujo. de donde no se ( Read more... )

la princesa te espera

a true testament to the nightfall. the steps that i take forward blazing with strength ( Read more... )

my starter broke on new years eve
while we were meeting up for dinner
and so i got towed

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