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You were cold I blamed you You were dead I blamed me You looked mute I felt deaf I blamed her Or was I deaf? You were gone No one to blame I was alone With you still there. I went back home And you looked The other way.

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  Yesterday I visited the birthplace of Sandino in Nicaragua: Niquinohomo. Yo soy del pueblo que un niño en Niquinohomo soñó. Soy del pueblo de Sandino y Benjamín Zeledón —Yo soy de un pueblo sencillo, by Luis Enrique Mejía Godoy (see the complete lyrics and my translation below)   Benjamín Zeledón’s fortress —the political prison We

27 Apr
On infinite affection

I can take and enjoy infinite affection. But that doesn’t imply that I require it or even need it from everyone or anyone or you. From polite indifference, through deference to preference and yes, love, the acceptable is non-binary: an ever changing, uncharted, world. —@minibego PS: Like Calvin said: Let’s go exploring!

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