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March 16, 2012#

 

New tendencies in interior design

March 13, 2012#

Coffee, tea or me?

 

March 9, 2012#
"The Earth is Blue As an Orange."

by Paul Eluard

March 8, 2012#

Poem of the day

La Bodega Sold Dreams (Miguel Pinero)

dreamt i was a poet
&
writin’ silver sailin’ songs
words
strong & powerful crashing’ thru
walls of steel & concrete
erected in minds weak
&
those asleep
replacin’ a hobby of paper candy
wrappin’, collectin’
potent to pregnate sterile young
thoughts
i dreamt i was this poeta
words glitterin’ brite & bold
strikin’ a new rush for gold
in las bodegas
where our poets’ words & songs
are sung
but
sunlite stealin’ thru venetian
blinds
eyes hatin’, workin’ of time
clock
sweatin’
&
swearin’
&
slavin’
for the final dime
runnin’ a maze
a token ride
perspiration insultin’ poets
pride
words stoppin’ on red
goin’ on green
poets’ dreams
endin’ in a factoria as one
in a million
unseen
buyin’ bodega sold dreams . . .