a couple of years ago I started this blog as a tool to channel and communicate in my self-appointed sub-urban exile, served to dust ethyl written by midnight, or pseudo cannabism of Saturday endless verses, became a souvenir of the logbook of a thousand sorrows, from the simple relief become into the everyday happenings of outcropping of the slow walk. Today
transmuted into a new paradigm, my total exclusion of this remote village from where I live.
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