Yo La Misma

He said that he remembers the Jeny i once was, and i state that there’s only one Jeny i know. . . and it’s still that same girl, that same woman: Yo la que pelea hasta con su sombra por justicia, la que ignorada siente que desquicia… la que resiste a palos la opresion, la…

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Trinitarias indomitas de la palabra me acobijan; recitando suaves-poderosas fuentes de nostalgia, me evocan frente a frente no perderme entre las brisas de paseos e ignorancias… frescura de flor blanda; componen la mujer y su palabra resonando mis oidos de alabanzas nostalgeando noches al compas de suspiros de playas y montanas.. Un manojo de alegrias…

White Pebble Noise

She does not eat, she does not sleep. Her mind is now full of white pebble noise, horrible-terrible white pebble noise embedded on the floors of her sanity. She bathes in dirty discontent and rinses her hair with wild disgust, being cleansed only of possibility. Today is a new day and she will ride the…