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E canchis amnia.
Everything from shells.
Audentes fortuna iuvat. Fortune favors the bold.
I'll go to Santiago.
And the banana tree a jellyfish.
Justice, though moving with tardy pace, has seldom failed to overtake the wicked in their flight.
[Lat., Raro antecedentem scelestum
Deseruit pede poena claudo.]
In a village of La Mancha, the name of which I have no desire to call to mind, there lived not long since one of those gentlemen that keep a lance in the lance-rack, an old buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing.
I am a pupil of Pissarro.
A gathering nimbus obscured the sun's light and out from the gathered clouds looped and coiled the guardian of the avian world. With a trail of inferno in her wake, it was Alicanto
Occasionally in my travels I meet people who have pushed too far into the nagual. These individuals are not too balanced but they have made great journeys in the unknown.
All of the Spaniards are really talented. I don't know what they eat.
What's your avocado?
Why come back to this empty house, and this Manila with a strange face; the one I never knew? All those lonely islands. They will keep afloat without me.
My inamorata, you know where I'll be: where I'll always be. Waiting. For you.
Let me tell you, Alex. He's a crook. He's based here in Miami. He's a nasty piece of work."
"He's mexican" Troy added.
Do you even know what Avila is?
Part geographical, part political, part cultural, Latin America overspills its bounds: is Belize Latin America? Quebec? Miami? Lavapies, Madrid? The Gaucho Grill, Manchester?
A just fortune awaits the deserving.
[Lat., Fors aequa merentes
Respicit.]
Buenas noches.
Don't mind the roaches.
In a village of La Mancha,
Lauricia or Aurelia?
destination for Cubans arriving from the island.
Who when examining in the cabinet of the entomologist the gay and exotic butterflies, and singular cicadas, will associate with these lifeless objects, the ceaseless harsh music of the latter, and the lazy flight of the former - the sure accompaniments of the still, glowing noonday of the tropics.
The gitano is the most distinguished, profound and aristocratic element in my country, the one that most represents its Way of being and best preserves the fire, the blood and the alphabet of Andalusian and universal truth ...
I am careful with the arguas (tomato caterpillars). Be careful with your mothers' hearts too, por favor.
THE PINATA-MAKER'S DAUGHTER
The howling pariah dogs, the cocks that herald dawn all night, the drumming, the moaning that will be found later white plumage huddled on telegraph wires in back gardens or fowl roosting in apple trees, the eternal sorrow that never sleeps of great Mexico.
Victor Hernandez, like an orchestral conductor directing his troops ...
Avicenna California ... Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories.
How do you say 'delicious' in Cuban?
Peru, Peru. My heart's lighthouse.
Somewhere in la Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a gentleman lived not long ago, one of those who has a lance and ancient shield on a shelf and keeps a skinny nag and a greyhound for racing.
I cannot forget Carcosa where black stars hang in the heavens; where the shadows of men's thoughts lengthen in the afternoon, when the twin suns sink into the lake of Hali; and my mind will bear for ever the memory of the Pallid Mask.
Christopher Columbus
I'm glad I escaped the clutches of those evil gnomes ... I'm talking, of course, about Puerto Ricans.
This is the one who will find us. He's the one who will lead them all back to me someday. He's the explorer. El curioso.
So, Magellan, where are we going? (Danger)
Away. I'm open to any location, so long as it doesn't involve returning to your house while Wart-Head is there.
A million butterflies rose up from South America, All together, and flew in a gold storm toward Spain ...
Marina, as of the sea. You stick with Hector Ricardo. I'll take care of you;its in my name
Well, you better be hungry, I have all your favorites. Arroz con habichuelas y ensalada!
I know where the Iberian Peninsula is, Iris."
"I know, I know, you probably built the first road or furrowed the first wheat field ever sown there."
"Brat."
"Cradle robber."
"Grave robber.
Spanish territory in Florida and Texas - the
Safety lies in the middle course.
[Lat., Medio tutissimus ibis.]
One night is awaiting us all, and the way of death must be trodden once.
[Lat., Omnes una manet nox,
Et calcanda semel via leti.]
Mr. Cuervo and I - and all of his Mexican cousins are no longer on speaking terms
Soledad Barrio is clearly a master - of thrilling steps and passionate movement. She stalks, she circles, she struts, she snaps her head - her feet drill the stage.
Lares of the Crossroads
chefs, the Guatemalans, sometimes
Si todos los rios son dulces
de donde saca sal el mar?
If all rivers are sweet
where does the sea get its salt?
54. The children of the Spanish lion, said Ruben Dario, a born optimist. The children of Walt Whitman, Jose Marti, and Violeta Parra; torn apart, forgotten, in mass graves, at the bottom of the sea, the Trojan destiny of their mingled bones terrifying the survivors.
The time had come, the people should know the son of Hastur, and the whole world bow to the black stars which hang in the sky over Carcosa.
Surely no one can be sure he has visited Cienega; people say to themselves, do they not: 'Was it a vision; or have I, some time or other, seen dusk in a valley like this?'
BERNARDO Sit down awhile; And let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story
These Spaniards are all an odd set; the very word Spaniard has a curious, conspirator, Guy-Fawkish twang to it.
The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).
Either a peaceful old age awaits me, or death flies round me with black wings.
[Lat., Seu me tranquilla senectus
Exspectat, seu mors atris circumvolat alis.]
Sassicaia from Tuscany,
The beloved's innocence brutalizes the lover. As the singing of a mad person behind you on the train enrages you, its beautiful animal-like teeth shining amid black planes of paint. As Helen enrages history. Senza uscita.
Tequila! Would you not think fallen angels would be immune to it."
"Fallen, hate that word! I prefer..misplaced
Hortense. We broke
The creature all men on Arrakis fear, you treat it like a riding animal.
Abracadabra, moron.
Caminante, no hay puentes, se hace puentes al andar.
(Voyager, there are no bridges, one builds them as one walks.)
How wretched are the minds of men, and how blind their understandings.
[Lat., O miseras hominum menteis! oh, pectora caeca!]
Cicala to cicala is dear, and ant to ant, and hawks to hawks, but to me the muse and song.
Called by the sirens and followed by an albatross.
Gerry Dawes, I can't thank you enough for opening up Spain to me.
Rise, Elias Veturius." Tas smacks my face, and I blink at him in surprise. His eyes are fierce. "You gave me a name," he says. "I want to live to hear it on the lips of others. Rise." I
Bayly, to say that he died down in the Guadaloupes ... of
I am I, I am he. We are, but I am I, first I am I, I will defend being I until I am unable to fight any longer. I am I, Atalia. Ego. Yo. A professional degree, an Argentine, a scarlet fingernail, pretty sometimes, big dark eyes, I. Atalia Donosi, I. Yo. Yo-yo, windlass and hawser. Funny.
I wanted to do my part to help preserve that golden age of travel ... I step aboard The Patron Tequila Express railcar, and I go back in time to the days when a long journey was something fun and very special.
Seville is a tower full of fine archers ... Under the arch of the sky, across the clear plain, she shoots the constant arrow of her river.
the coast, irregular
Gobartes the son of Artabazos
avenue into the shadows of a rotten alley. The
Your peaks are beautiful, ye Apennines!
In the soft light of these serenest skies;
From the broad highland region, black with pines,
Fair as the hills of Paradise they rise,
Bathed in the tint Peruvian slaves behold
In rosy flushes on the virgin gold.
Caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt.
(They change their sky, not their soul, who rush across the sea.)
You've got a new Spanish-language album out now ["90 Millas," released in September of 2007], and the single ["No Llores"] is #1 on the Billboard Latin chart.
Puerto Rico is the perfect meeting place between Spain, the country I come from, and America, the country where I now belong. The meeting point of two worlds where magic can happen.
What will die with me the day I die? What pathetic or frail image will be lost to the world? The voice of Macedonio Fernandez, the image of a bay horse in a vacant lot on the corner of Sarrano and Charcas, a bar of sulfur in the drawer of a mahogany desk?
alfresco
the sommelier decants
a red sunset
The gods my protectors.
[Lat., Di me tuentur.]
Fernando de Ismelda," Enrico says. "You won the kingdom's archery competition. I gather it was quite a surprise to everyone."
"Not to me," the boy says.
I decide that I like Fernando de Ismelda.
Santiago Martinez Delgado made a Master piece in the Colombian Congress building worthy of admiration ...
The Boricuas arrogancy is the cause for Puerto Ricos decline
Grassyasses." "Grassyasses?" everyone said in unison. "That means many thanks in Spanish," Mr. Farrington said with a swollen chest.
strange big boat. When Columbus and his sailors came ashore, carrying swords, speaking oddly, the Arawaks ran to greet them, brought
amanuensis. A rapt
You are going Uruguay, and I'm going my way
Bosch had never liked Las Vegas, though he came often on cases. It shared a kinship with Los Angeles; both were places desperate people ran to. Often, when they ran from Los Angeles, they came here. It was the only place left.
Messina between the volcanoes, Etna and Stromboli, having known the death-agony's terror. I always dread coming near the awful place, yet I have found the people kind, almost feverishly so, as if they knew the awful need for kindness.
If you're Mejicana or Mejicano and don't know who Pedro Infante is, you should be tied to a hot stove with yucca rope and beaten with sharp dry corn husks as you stand in a vat of soggy fideos.
Maserati. Coco's beloved
You must save Olympus, Pedro!
Acadia "Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again." Homer, The Iliad
Prickomo fucking cocksca. That bastard old arsehole-fucker.
I have been exploring [Mexico City's] La Merced, [a public market famous for prostitution,] on and off for the last 23 years. The prostitutes and their world have been the main subjects of my photographs.
I am asking you all not to be nettled with me for not answering your letter in spanish I read spanish very well but I don't write it. The image of Stanley Dixon sitting and pondering is one of the rewards of sea turtle research, and a thing I shall often sit and ponder.
from Tokyo to Managua,
Fortune and love favour the brave.
[Lat., Audentum Forsque Venusque juvant.]
That Reyes Farrow boy.
Let the die be cast.
[Lat., Jacta alea esto; or, jacta esa alea.)
There are high places that don't invite us, sharp shapes, glacier-scraped faces, whole ranges whose given names slip off. Any such relation as we try to make refuses to take ... I'm giddy with thinking where thinking can't stick.
No Names