testing...testing...one, two, three...
probando...
convencido que estoy vivo
advise to the wise.
driving without looking at the road.
mad avenue
nyc dec 09. The pain is picked by the garbage truck. Two men in uniform jump off and grab the trash bags. You stand by the side and pretend it's not yours, but they know. This is their territory. And they look at you. But nothing can happen now. The future is more of the past. Redesigned. Dressed. Every little sound, amped up and startling. Jumpy, like an ambush.
el circo del amor
santa monica pier -diciembre 12-09
ocho puertas - santo domingo 2010
misty dawn
barbarito
no se lo digas a nadie.
ben
happy...what?
paraiso
mariano ros
buscado por el mundo entero. un verdadero peligro. acusado de ser, 'unico'. dead or alive.
studio city
jrs - black angel saint
invent your own hair. sink in a dream. let it drag you, fly your umbrella. follow your clear trip. it's not all bad. there are thunders of jazmin, lighting turning into birds.
muchacha rota ( darrie )
cmq baby, de montreal.
lisa
balseros
lisa, ana luisa, shaka, monty and lulu. adrift in alhambra. rescued in the shores of mullholand drive.
west 27 street
elmasabi y leo
mari claudia
55 streets of memories
the red brothers
the wrestling sport would never be the same again. but for the interruptions, from the porter and elevator man, at the san rafael hotel, on W 45st. he saved us, but accidentally, threw us into the crimes of film. ( Camilo, last seen as a fake escort, sugar daddy, probably somewhere in phoenix ...) me?
thelonious sphere monk
What do you think of the new Downbeat Polls? " The Polls? I love the Polish people, specially they way they drink their vodka..."
lori
22 year old called girl i never called. met her in central park, weeping over my first divorce. the weeping stopped. she told me she was a freelance artist. the two bikes on the grass. I swore to GOD silently, that I would say something, it was hard, but she hadn't move. she was still listening to the wheel spiining slowly and the fifth ave traffic echo, then I thew myself. i invited her to see The Rolling Stones. picked her up in my father's old, green, Imapala. I waited on Park Ave., when I saw her racing out of the expensive building. she was out of breath. she said: I just raced down 7 flights of stairs...and then, with that look, added: I've never done that before". outside the madison, the scalpers were going higher that what I had, she pulled out a wad of cash and handed to it to me to make the deal. 15th row, $30 a seat. she stood up on her chair to sing You Can Always Get What You Want...as a hundred steel drummers and congas spilled out of the wings onto the sides of the stage and into the audience. she gave me the look again. she was good tonight.
coranzoncito rebelde
una bella dama
...ya dormira manana con el parpado abierto.
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manolo - nyc 1967
octavio had passed out, i climbed on the roof of the chevy. manolo howled.
con la paciencia de un chino
el cuerpo se dobla, pero no se rompe.
bad friday
good holiday
leo
velvets & doors
summer of 67. driving into new york city. i see my friends from the taxi, and realize, that 'they were not waiting for me, that were going somewhere. but i saw, stopped the checker, right on union square. and with my suitcase on my hand, we walked into max's. that same night, i got a job. i was always holding on to the cardboard-miami suitcase-balsa. finally to saint mark's place, egg shop, to buy rolling papers, breathe all the love, the summer of love. was giving away. down the electric circus. arrogant and curious enough, to pass. allen ginsberg turns his head, to the noise of cuban speaking teen-agers. kadish and howl are this real. and that was different. you had access to all of your heroes. ultimate reality. life changing night. brain tatoo. nothing going wrong sometimes. but you 'd know it...from way up, over tompkins square, with tim buckley and the miracles. off to the boston tea party.
drive around me
geraldine
all of them are here. in line, on line, filling up my empty lover calendar. cramming the void. no one gets out of my life. I'm a missionary. my own following, my call. to protect and serve those in the company of other men that never compare to me.
pablito, la vieja, the ilussion.
marcada por el paraiso
mi hermana mari. es como 500 hermanas en una. sangre kamikaze y romantica, brava y reservada y explotada y siempre dispuesta a fajarse por su hermano. y defenderlo hasta que la defensa, nos traiga una cadena perpetua. pero asi es el amor de los hermanos. dios mio, cuando vea esta foto, me mata. pero como mi cara, es una mapa. ya ha dejado de ser una cara.
preocupado porque no estoy preocupado. de mi padre lo aprendi.
lo que se tiene que vivir.
se hizo y ahi esta.
leon y leo
buscando el 2010
another justo
let me tell silently, things i'll never say.
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