…and around this corner

pull

a crushing normalcy.

long gray streets creep into the heart.

pragmatic, necessary, boring.

orange night skies…a dull murmor of heavy motors.

the night whispers everything, and the day says nothing.

y aquí te espero.

en esta tumba de lo banal. aquí te esperaré.

(taken from an old blog post.  Tuesday, February 15, 2005. unedited.)