posted evening of Friday, July 5th, 2013
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Here you go now, ink and blotter
a quill of black -- the raven was long dead
when you were born
I'm asking
I'm asking you to write
for me
tell me
your twisted stories far
from here and now
your best
excuses
that I might have some reading
something fun
something
at last
without meaning.
posted morning of July 6th, 2013 by Jeremy
hay trampa
para el traductor
que empiece él a pensar
o mejor a sentir
que las palabras fuesen suyas
propias
a trap lies
for the translator
he may begin to think
or better to feel
that the words should be
his own.
posted morning of July 6th, 2013 by Jeremy
posted morning of July 6th, 2013 by Jeremy
Es media once y nos andamos todavÃa preparando, y no puedo crear que cogaremos al tren. El coche espera ya diez minutos taximetro corriendo.
It's half past ten and we're still running around getting ready. I can't believe we're going to make the train. The cabbie's been waiting ten minutes now, his meter's running.
posted afternoon of July 7th, 2013 by Jeremy
