Tuesday, May 12, 2020
Sunday, May 10, 2020
Saturday, May 09, 2020
Friday, May 08, 2020
Thursday, May 07, 2020
Wednesday, May 06, 2020
Tuesday, May 05, 2020
Monday, May 04, 2020
Revisited
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| Faro de Santa Pola |
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| The snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea, Mr Joyce would probably write. |
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| Isla de Tabarca |
Sunday, May 03, 2020
Breakfast under palms
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| Under palms and Spanish sun |
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| an English breakfast |
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| three days later four magic months would end |
Saturday, May 02, 2020
Friday, May 01, 2020
Friday is Skyday
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| Colmena iVivimos en celdas de cristal, en colmena de aire! Nos besamos a través de cristal. iMaravillosa cárcel, cuya puerta es la luna! - - - Beehive We live in cells of crystal in a beehive of air! We are kissing each other through crystal.* Wonderful prison, the door of which is the moon! |
Federico García Lorca (5 June 1898 – 19 August 1936)
Thursday, April 30, 2020
Laughing Lhursday*
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| Find the fault. |
* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.
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