Torrija's Blog
hi again,
I've been lazy lately (for the last 30 years, i mean). Not many new pictures. I changed again the post site. You may check them here:
http://abelnn.blogspot.com
cheers
http://abelnn.blogspot.com
cheers
changes
Hiya there,
as you may have noticed, I haven't post much lately. There have been a few changes in my life in the past months. What was supposed to be a short stay in Finland is going to become a longer term adventure. I plan not to have my baggage prepared to leave, as I've been living the past two years.
I also feel like showing the pictures in a more intimate way. Buzznet has become a heavy machine with lots of features not really necessary (to me). Some of the new shots will be posted in http://www.pbase.com/torrija. You are welcome to pay a visit.
But I'll keep visiting your blogs. I would like to know what's going on with you guys. You are, without any doubt, the best of buzznet.
Cheers,
Abel
as you may have noticed, I haven't post much lately. There have been a few changes in my life in the past months. What was supposed to be a short stay in Finland is going to become a longer term adventure. I plan not to have my baggage prepared to leave, as I've been living the past two years.
I also feel like showing the pictures in a more intimate way. Buzznet has become a heavy machine with lots of features not really necessary (to me). Some of the new shots will be posted in http://www.pbase.com/torrija. You are welcome to pay a visit.
But I'll keep visiting your blogs. I would like to know what's going on with you guys. You are, without any doubt, the best of buzznet.
Cheers,
Abel
toma ya
nada, que llevo copa y media de vino encima (vino salvaje) y el alcohol me hace escribir estas cosas.
pues que cosas estas tan modernas
ahora te dejan escribir cosas así, de esta manera. A mi ya me vale de la otra, pero qué le vamos a hacer.
La gaviota es blanca
el agua es azúl
algo me ha mordido
será un atún?
después de tan profunda e íntima poesía salida desde lo más hondo de mi ser, me retiro lentamente a los abísmos de la memoria, que cada día son más grandes y por ello más fácil de perderse. Seré capaz de escapar de mí mismo? Habrá esperanza para las generaciones futuras? Estará el pollo más caro?
La gaviota es blanca
el agua es azúl
algo me ha mordido
será un atún?
después de tan profunda e íntima poesía salida desde lo más hondo de mi ser, me retiro lentamente a los abísmos de la memoria, que cada día son más grandes y por ello más fácil de perderse. Seré capaz de escapar de mí mismo? Habrá esperanza para las generaciones futuras? Estará el pollo más caro?
