Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Fuego sobre fuego
horizonte-fuego en el más allá del agua
que dibuja grises a imaginarios de bocanadas nuevas.
La vieja máquina protesta confines urbanos:
no hay salida
(recordamos si la hubo o la habrá)
El revoque cae
sin mucho ruido ni muchas nueces.

A moment of longing ... for the horizon, the sunset. Wanting to escape the confines of walls. (I know the feeling!...)

"Fire on fire
horizon-fire in the water beyond
that draws gray imaginary of new puffs.
The old machine protests urban confines:
no exit
(we remember if there was or will be)
The plaster falls
without much noise or many nuts."

Are you equipped with a mask and plenty of patience? Are your schools closed down for safety reasons?

Do you feel trapped in your own home? I hope it's not as serious as the U.S. is under our president...

I think about Fangio and try to channel his iron core of self control... I could have been his compatriot but the good Baron sent us to New Jersey instead. Don't cry for us Argentina we had it coming.

Gracias amigos for reading!
Re-port:
We´ve been obligatory smokers since last summer (a sort of dictatorship of some kind of smell, thanksfully broken by august & beyond jazmines ).
Some days I wished I was Thomas Merton (at least he had a nice garden and no cell phone... ).
Schools in my community became whatsapps groups and infinite individual whatever posts... I guess I never longed so much for silence in my life ... (added to the inner noise, of course! ).
Cecil: you are my official translator since now!

I hope you all are ok or something like that!

confined
the new machine
los dias del muerte
renazcamos



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