April 2012
March 2012
Ahora escribo pájaros. No los veo venir, no los elijo, de golpe están ahí, son esto, una bandada de palabras posándose una a una en los alambres de la página, chirriando, picoteando, lluvia de alas y yo sin pan que darles, solamente dejándolos venir. Tal vez sea eso un árbol o tal vez el amor.
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Something about this is wrong
My visual arts’ instructors keep emphasizing how careful we need to be when making art pieces that may potentially offend certain people. Why should we restrain from saying what we want? Why can’t the audience be tolerant? (That too is a form of respect in the same way being careful not to offend anyone would show respect) I believe this is, in a way, forming artists on the basis of...
it's not that i don't want to, it's just that i...
