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En un visita a Zaragoza, el artista se encontró en un lugar bizarro, de personajes a medio camino entre el sueño y la derrota.
1... And she came to me,---
2 --- and spluttered herself :---
3 ---Hello, my name is Lola ...,
4 ---a glass of rhum, hummm!(I am)---
5 ---with "coca-cola" .---
6 ---From behind her cigarette´s fumes---
7 ---she appeared to me---
8 ---singing her blues---
9 ---,hoarse and dull,---
10---out of tune...---
11 ---"Comment allez vous?"---
12---,ahem, ahem, "¿Qué tal?",
13---she said to me ---
14---the fumbling "gal"!---
15---And I thought it to be---
16---just an apparition---
17---of pure, sheer desperation---
18---the last crumble---
19---of my own, human, demolition,---
20---as mother dying was---
21---no mater my volition.---
22---As mother was---
23---becoming light---
24---Like that girl---
25---who I´d thought to be
26---only a vision.---
Zaragoza, verano de 2008
I got printed the cold light of a March morning in the high land of Castile. Here is a proper way for an artist to say that he was born in a village. Spain, province of Soria; have you ever heard of this ?.
I lived there for a few years. Then, followoging life´s whimsical will I finally landed in Madrid. In this city have I my present and, hopefully, definitive abode.
As an artist I haven´t gone through any particular, or academical learning. I mean, to the point to get...
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