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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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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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We are not dead

…just building a home, and, amongst other things, hanging strangers on the walls.

And, since the material world abounds with very  strict analogies to the immaterial, this home we are building is strictly, if not fleshly, linked to the kingdom of Liquiritia.

Will come back soon.

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*hiss*

This is a transitory post, within the transitory lapse the kingdom is experiencing.  (“Only in her heart was a little tightness, like conscience”) And its time to pay attention to the clouds, too.  The clouds.

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Zeus, que amontona las nubes, soliviantó a Bóreas y sobrevino la tempestad, cubriendo de negrura la tierra y el ponto, y la noche cayó del anchuroso cielo.

-Odisea.

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Eh! qu’aimes-tu donc, extraordinaire étranger?
-J’aime les nuages… les nuages qui passent… là-bas… là-bas… les marveilleux nuages!

– L’etranger

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A secret animal in all its nature.

(The snow leopard, yes. The snow,  yes…)

Made of fog and stealth, the Snow Leopard made itself visible for the fist time in the history of The Kingdom.  It lives and dwells far, far from the castle, far from the sea and, especially, far from human eyes.  To this day he had remained a blurry fur, only imagined, in the mountains.

Peter Matthiessen went looking for him, and wrote about him (he actually saw him once) in the snowy mountains of Nepal. But it never occurred to him to look here, in Liqüiritia, ancient land of bitter candy.—But who would have known…

It´s hard -almost impossible- to see him since his shape blurs with the surroundings, like a ghost. The very corners of his fur soften the rocks and the trees to catten with him. He permeates, like snow.  Yet, recently,  a man came so close to him that he could see his eyes.

This is the only testimony we have, and the only one we need: the man that saw him started growing a white, foggy, feline  beard.

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Snow Leopard in the mist

Snow Leopard in the mist

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Lumberman Joe is the first character of a series of seven. Written and performed in the coasts of the Pacific Ocean by a dear friend of The Kingdom, Eerie Gurning (with his ukulele), and with a small collaboration of one of the L’s.

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Please click here to listen.

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Lumberman Joe

"Lumberman Joe", by Eerie Gurning

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