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Buenos Aires – Falling in Love with a Honeysuckle.

My third day in Buenos Aires I was signed up for a cooking class and I chose to travel on the metro. I purchased my SUBE card in the underground station, literally outside my hotel. It is like London’s Oyster … Continue reading

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Buenos Aires Begins

Ticking things off the bucket list is one of life’s most satisfying achievements and in January 2017 I did, by travelling to a Spanish speaking country, other than Spain where I lived for twenty three years. There were several on … Continue reading

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A Breathless Journey (Bilingual)

Straight jacketed onto the roundabout of hell, propelled and pushed by prejudice and poison. No space to think, no time to breathe, dizzy with doubts dulled by despair. The jacket gets tighter and tighter The roundabout goes faster and faster, … Continue reading

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Liberation ( Bilingual)

Dim distant dawns, pleasure yet pains. Marred muddled memories, a late player in a dangerous destructive game. A sacrificial lamb with sins shames pushed over, pushed off, pushed in. Twisted, tainted, thoughts drilled into the mind. Sensitive, guilt laden confrontation. … Continue reading

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First of May Square / Plaza Primero de Mayo (bilingual)

Bustling, busy, beautiful, Buenos Aires. A tourist trip drops into the square, The Pink House of power, walls tainted in blood, from beginning. A soothsayer’s prediction of future crimes? Los desaparecidos, los desaparecidos. Bustling, busy, beautifu,l Buenos Aires. A tourist … Continue reading

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The Power of Poison (bilingual)

The drops of Venom formed rivers of terraced wounds. Wounds relentlessly, mercilessly, whiplashed, time and time again. The hierarchy of attitudes obscured a yardstick of valueless rituals. Rituals of no appreciation, no respect thrust time and time again. The illusions … Continue reading

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Silk Sensations (Bilingual)

Eyes courting, catching, coveting, Probing, piercing, a tender treasured rose. Singing, twinkling, tingling, emotions. Like dancing bouncing brimming champagne. Fragile, firm, formed. Inviting, alluring, implying, like the glittering glowing glaze on fine formed porcelain. Soothed, satisfied, shimmering, as if smooth … Continue reading

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