This is writing that doesn't fit into any particular category. It's not prose and it's not quite poetry. It's not quite sane but it's something healthy. Not all of us have it figured out. I sure as hell don't. It's a series of locutions on madness and locura.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Nonsense
“I’m sure you’re talking nonsense in calling this inn a castle.” / “Sé que decís disparates en llamar castillo a esta venta.”
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