The tide sweeps me out again.
The cold grasp of the deep drags my body away from shore,
And the waves are molasses that do not part for me.
I sink as much as I swim.
I am unsure if there is progress or merely its illusion hidden in relapse.
Will I drown before I find out?
In realtà una sensazione di presenze viventi c’è, e assai vivida, nella nostra visita alla città. Sono le statue che incontriamo in ogni dove e che ci danno continuamente la percezione di una vita latente che non si interrompe mai.
I’ve received many birthday gifts that I still cherish and remember with great fondness. Thinking of gifts in recent years, I’d say the bicycle my family gave me on my 60th birthday was memorable, since it is my very first brand spanking new bicycle. Ever.
On my 63rd birthday, my second oldest granddaughter presented me with this ceramic Dia de los Muertos skull plate she’d painted.
The birthday…