Sucede que me canso de ser hombre.
Sucede que entro en las sastrerías y en los cines
marchito, impenetrable, como un cisne de fieltro
navegando en un agua de origen y ceniza.

El olor de las peluquerías me hace llorar a gritos.
Sólo quiero un descanso de piedras o de lana,
sólo quiero no ver establecimientos ni jardines,
ni mercaderías, ni anteojos, ni ascensores.

(for those of you ignorant of Spanish, here is English translation)

I happen to be tired of being a man
I happen to enter tailor shops and movie houses
withered, impenetrable, like a felt swan
navigating in a water of sources and ashes...

the thing is, I feel intellectually divided at this time into little peaces, I am in the incubatin process-and creativity is something I will need by the gallons. This weekend, I am going with Kotmish to New York, to meet friends there, I will do my best to observe every inch of this city and see how it affects my individuality. Spring is here, and good things must happen soon!!!