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The joy of the throat, in our own fashion:

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Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae, by Ernest Dowson

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si hay algo bonito en el mundo es el sufijo ness. todo con ness, cualquier sustantivo,  adjetivo o nombre propio se vuelve un estado de ánimo… un algo enorme que lo abarca todo. greenness.

………………………………………..lady Macbethness.

………………..haziness.………………………………………………………..adhesiveness.…………….

bookishness.………………………eeriness.………..…………………………………………..recklessness.

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Loch Ness

Loch Ness

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Las artífices del reino han desarrollado una fijación –esperemos temporal– por los higos en dulce y el salami, y se ha mandado un decreto a los habitantes de Liqüiritia que prohibe la ingestión de cualquier otro alimento…

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In the beginning there was sky. Friends were kept in petit drawers inside the screen, in boxes formatted to fit their chests. Like chicken, their hearts were always bigger than their chests, wanting to come out, wanting to beat out. But no, everything was smoothly planned to stay in one place. Their boxes were part of this sky, where a concrete bridge ran through full of cars so distant that they muffled time (but capitalized it too). One by one, like eggs breaking with a creaky sound, they bursted into the mind of the writer who assigned a finger to go and look. This is what happened in the beginning. It was a full time job for the writer, and a delicate one too, to have so much sky in his mind and only one finger to order and sustain.

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Impasse, ápora, blank wall.
(An impossibility of communication, yet an outright belief in it — Let’s let images tear apart for its sake, like pebbles)

pomegranate

pomegranate

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Las mañanas en el reino son airosas y ligeras. Nuestras cortinas son velas de barco, y se curvean con el viento.

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Qué delicado balance es la realidad. El reino de Liqüiritia  (con su contraparte en la colonia San Pedro) se ha convertido en una precaria burbuja que amenaza todos los días con tronarse. El piso se nos escapa de los pies. Y mientras vamos descubriendo nuestra vocación de anfitrionas, nuestro hedonismo simple pero diseñado siempre con gusto, con el gusto de compartir, nos asecha la sensación de que si volteamos demasiado rápido todo se va a convertir en estatua de sal.

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Daniela Edburg, "Death by cotton candy"

Daniela Edburg, "Death by cotton candy"

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