while ago since I wrote in this his blog: I thought I had been in the past. But certain events have happened lately that caused me the urge to blog.
A couple of days ago I was in Cholula, in the fellowship with a number of poets (and aggregates) are also mostly be bloggers. As I was going to be a "night bolañesca" and even had explicitly asked Eric (friend bolañesco par excellence) to take charge of it that way. At the end did not come that far, only a few chelas, good poems and a hearty mules at the 14 East of Cholula. But between one thing and another, one of the cohabitants mentioned something about this blog, and I grab the nostalgia.
The vice is vice. And idleness is the mother of all vices. I am currently tesista (ehem, unemployed), which implies that it opened up my Twitter. So I'll write again. At least as I finish my thesis and end the excuses not to go outside. O s ea, the world.
A couple of days ago I was in Cholula, in the fellowship with a number of poets (and aggregates) are also mostly be bloggers. As I was going to be a "night bolañesca" and even had explicitly asked Eric (friend bolañesco par excellence) to take charge of it that way. At the end did not come that far, only a few chelas, good poems and a hearty mules at the 14 East of Cholula. But between one thing and another, one of the cohabitants mentioned something about this blog, and I grab the nostalgia.
The vice is vice. And idleness is the mother of all vices. I am currently tesista (ehem, unemployed), which implies that it opened up my Twitter. So I'll write again. At least as I finish my thesis and end the excuses not to go outside. O s ea, the world.
