Volar quise el acantilado donde la gaviota pereció... y fuertes los aires soplaron, ... y al suelo, " mi gota se precipitó ". Atrapado en la densa maleza donde se confunde el sentimiento; las sensaciones !! de mí se alejan ...en dirección a ningún puerto ". ...Y entre la espiga erecta del grano que crece en el destino, un hombre cansado, " erra el trigo "; pobre diablo, de antemano vencido !! No digas... a nadie que me has visto, ni llores por mí, ni mi tristeza; y de tu rostro, sacude ese rictus ... y envuelve tu alma, " alrededor de mi gesta ". Ousía Poética © Leandro Lojek

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Last summer a woman nervously approached me while I ate a cheeseburger in McDonalds near The British Library to ask for the tokens attached to my coffee cup so that she could get a free coffee and then I watched her fill it with as many free sachets of sugar as was required to achieve an intake of calories that might sustain her life for one more day – a sugar-sachet black market that casts a long shadow on London’s status as a gastronomic destination. I have seen queues outside food banks and the arrival of food donation boxes outside supermarkets. The government allows effective starvation to proliferate without lifting a finger. The streets of the city no longer acknowledge the perpetual motion of the gut and the bladder that is part of every human life. The Victorians knew about guts even if they didn’t know about women having the vote, and their underground lavatories have become coffee shops with no lavatories. A moving moment of hospitality (xenia) that I experienced recently, happened after I knocked on the door of the cleaning attendant for the public lavatory in Peterborough; he released the barrier for me without question, even though I did not have the necessary 20p. Such moments of resistance are reassuring and suggest the will for a different situation to the impoverishment of municipal hospitality that increasingly defines public space.

Rebecca May Johnson, I Dream of Canteens

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so THAT’S what it’s for! (that’s not what it’s for.)

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local snacks for chinese people in autumn and winter ◇ 烤红薯🍠 roasted sweet potato◇ 糖炒栗子🌰sweet fried chestnut ◇热奶茶☕️ hot milk tea ◇ 冰糖葫芦🍓rock sugar fruits

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Why did someone frame this? Why is it $20? Who knows!

Found in Denver, Co.

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Who protects the night ? ...but dark and high solitudes. Who protects the night ? ...but restless silences ...echoing in a beat... "of ill-fated desires". Who distributes the causes? ...but ten decrees fabricated in the brains of men... "hard-working and honest". Who feeds this farce ? ...but highly paid actors playing "to the hilt" the script on virtual sets and stages. Who plagiarises the fragile lyrics of the song of hope ? Is there not a single corner of this room left "free and virgin in this room". Who pollutes the music that will envelop the mornings? are they not men who have never "honoured the human race" ? Ousía Poética © Leandro Lojek

Quién ampara a la noche ? …sino oscuras y altas soledades. Quién ampara a la noche ? …sino inquietos silencios retumbando en un latir... " de malogrados deseos ". Quién distribuye las causas ? …sino diez decretos fabricados en el cerebro de los hombres... " trabajadores y honrados ". Quién alimenta esta farsa ? …sino actores muy bien pagados interpretando " al dedillo " el guion en virtuales decorados y estrados. Quién plagia la frágil letra de la canción de la esperanza ? acaso, no queda ni un sólo rincón " libre y virgen en esta estancia ". Quién contamina la música que envolverán los mañanas ? no serán hombres que nunca " honraron a la raza humana " ? Ousía Poética © Leandro Lojek

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The Best Sweet and Salty Gluten Free Chocolate Chip Cookies

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