SCRIPTUS INTERRUPTUS

  My life is somber like those blues of Picas so so I will treat you to the most beautiful  of my suicides I already hear the staccato laugh...

  Dusting off the shrine of a goddess  I forgot her name. She blessed me once  in light blue robe, golden nimbus and myrtle blooms when I wa...

  What saves me of topping myself today: my cat doing a handstand by the window, Dalida singing Bambino  at dawn, the last spoor of kiss you...

  At the center the Minotaur waits for me the winding maze is my wandering mind I lost the track of the thread spun by Ariadne's  ball o...

  'Under his feet was something like a pavement made of lapis lazuli' (Exodus 24:10) 'Dolce color d'oriental zaffiro' (D...

  Strolling around the river gauche at Quai Voltaire I stopped over one of those bouquiniste stands by the Seine to take a quick glance into...

estoy a bordo de un tren Ferrol-Gijón,  voy a ver a un amigo enfermo que vive en Burelas.  Gaviotas, cuervos que emergen  de una niebla per...