Eleonora Leemhuis
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ciudades de basura
Es de noche y sabe que no debe estar afuera. La gente está borracha con las caras deformadas de intoxicados, casi ni humanos. No deja de caminar, simplemente pasa por encima de los cuerpos en el piso. Están bien. Continúa con su viaje sin fin, metiéndose en callejones desconocidos. Tiene una ciudad entera para él…
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ABITOFBUTTER
“Which one is best butter? I wish you a happy life.” [A Ukrainian woman came up to me in Sainsburys asking for some help. It was a simple question but it took me a minute to be able to wrap my head around it. I put a lot of thought into what would be the…
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techno as the soundtrack for a sexually repressed generation
Bodies drenched in sweat will grind against each other when under a strobe light, whether the setting is a dingy basement or an abandoned factory. The music allows us to express our deepest desires with our bodies, becoming almost primitive. Yet electronic music’s intimate technological relationship has impacted how we interact with the subculture. Technology…
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El Cielito de mi Pieza
Te busco entre sombras. Ando de noche, con este viento que me empuja y las flores que me guían. La lluvia me sabe dulce, pero lloro de sed. Te encontrare con la ayuda de las estrellas, que iluminan tu alma. Veré el dolor en tus ojos, las preocupaciones en tu piel, los años en tu…
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MAKE A LIVING
Grab a brick and place it down, trowel dripping with mortar. Throw another red brick, toss some more slop on it. Repeat the process. By the end of it you should have a wall. Keep going and you might have four walls. You’ve built something for yourself. A house, or maybe a home.
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Last Taxi in Skye
A crooked smile and some decent chat is all it takes to earn my trust. From that point forward, I will jump in the backseat of your car and hope that you will take me to safety – my life completely in your hands. What is the price one puts on this type of kindness? …
