24 july 2021
I don't know if it's springtime, but today I'm doing some spring cleaning.
The earthly place I inhabite has some weird weather, and the time doesn't
behave in a predictable way, like it does in other parts of the world.
Yet, I like to see this as spring cleaning. Taking out the trash, sorting my
files, archiving the old but possibly useful, and doing some maintenance here
and there.
I still have a lot to do, so I will be brief, I'm just logging an entry for
posterity, if such a thing exists.
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28 march 2021
How long has it been since the last time I wrote some feels?
Hell, when was the last time I came home?
Everything is just as I left it... I think...
This place... stuck in time...
Like a picture, this is a fragment of myself, an introspective process of
remembrance...
My plant must be as good as dead, of course... I think I remember planting it
on Halloween... some time before the pandemic...
Once I'm done home, I should walk the town, and see what's new...
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12 october 2017
It's almost 2 a.m. in Caracas. I'm just a few steps away from the balcony.
The night -unlike other days- is dead silent,
there's just the sound of my fingers against the keyboard
and the whisper of an October breeze.
~
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