Author Archives: Julio Sueco

the abyss stared backtime stopped in aweLike an invisible raindrop that caresses the skin; a fleeting sensationnothing matters in the end; nor in the beginningthe now persists (sic), lingers quietly, undisturbed.with a notion of what’s to comeAlea iacta estand how … Continue reading

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Yu Hua En Handelsman i Blod

Leído en sueco: 许三观卖血记, Xǔ Sānguān Mài Xuè Jì) (1995) ISBN 1-4000-3185-0 Caigo en cuenta de que había dicho lo que se tenía que decir sobre este libro ya en el 2009. Creiba que no había dicho lo que se … Continue reading

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del agua al agua

Water left its mark My veins reached to the edges As I sprouted As I bloomed into a full green leaf I felt the cold wind of the early spring caress me The dust of still sunny days pile up … Continue reading

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wacha cabrona, tienes años que te engriaste en mi conciencia. ni como explicarte eso. las entrañas te mostré. bonita calle esa donde te lloré como me encarnaste. que belleza, no me arrepiento de mucho, y menos de enamorarme de ti, … Continue reading

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The road least traveled

So it begins, one step that leads to a thousand miles. I can’t even remember when I took the first step. Yet after more than several million steps I cannot remember how it all started. I guess I can go … Continue reading

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plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose

So am in a new situation. A life changing one. I cannot go back to the normal. Kinda like Covid19. Nothing will ever be the same after the pandemic. A strained lineage following a natural path of annihilation. A vortex … Continue reading

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de faramallas y pantallas

Lo que es la vejez- Unos chamaquillos mequetefres de 7-8 años me querían quemar. 1ro me detuvieron con el pretexto de ayudarles y después se pusieron a inspeccionar mi baika. Me preguntaron en dónde había conseguido una lamparilla que tiene … Continue reading

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Sometimes you want to goWhere everybody knows your nameAnd they’re always glad you cameYou want to be where you can seeThe troubles are all the sameYou want to be where everybody knows your name   Nadie comprende a los suecos, … Continue reading

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Luglio MMXX

One can but imagine the frustration I opened the door to get it out. The fly just rankled my nerves with its constant buzz. It was caught in a futile attempt to move on, but it was stuck. In my … Continue reading

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Smålands Anneberg

Como no pensar en tí, jode, tu universo Le absorbí. Le vi Consumí. Eras un inmenso nunca deparé poder consumirte entera Y el vacio en mi estómago No hay lleno ya nunca No estás pero siempre tendremos los 80s y … Continue reading

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