Composite blog consisting of notes, reflections, weird jokes, trip reports and amusing stories from the death row; some personal, some told and some fabricated, I have to reckon!

BEWARE!! This is neither a porno nor a politically correct site... more probably is a highly misanthropic and overtly cynical terminal account

Ridendo castigat mores, that I freely translate as ”humor improves behavior” , not that I believe, but it sounds nice!

29
Jul
2019

On the tracks of Colombo, the world’s most famous pigeon, part two

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Redeemed by art and nature,

Punta Cana day two

Dear Danarel,

In the  evening of the first day,  after  I understood from the moto concho, who rents his back seat for a fair price that the first open air market is 40 km away, I grumblingly condescended to go to a 4 km far supermarket. I hated the place. Supermarkets smell! I got there some medium quality cheese and mediocre cold cuts but the fruits were as   fine as they come.  Among them I had the inestimable passion fruit (that I knew and ecstatically enjoyed in many places and under many names as passiflora, chinola, le fruit de la passion, granadilla and maracuya). Add to that a bottle of rum. Read More

11
Aug
2019

On the tracks of Colombo, the world’s most famous pigeon, part three and last

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Santo Domingo, the Nymphs of the  Botanical Garden

Dear Danarel

 

I feel that I  cannot continue like this. Surreptitiously I sled into fantasy, Baedeker’s type inutile  tips, fairy-tales, podcast cheap history courses, supermarket politics, crowd psychology and unnecessary artist twiddling.  The main issue and the raison d’être of my unremitting addiction with this blog is DEATH. Death is the major determinant of our life, brutally or softly  harrowing our destiny from even Read More

4
Nov
2019

DEATH IN VENICE, part one

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FLASHBACK

Dear Danarel,

 

 

There is no need to emphasize that people aren’t dying in Venice more than in any other place. It is dangerous to be outspoken today but  Venice people are dying infinitely less than people of similar size Mexican towns where they can enjoy, wrapped in plastic bags,  outstanding mass graves. So, why death in Venice? Firstly, because it is a coined term (Thomas Mann pedophile courtesy) and these kinds of short mental formulas are always striking a chord.  Here chord means a lot. Venice was a big string music producer and consumer, Vivaldi and Albinoni were born here to name only two giants while Boccherini was giving me yesterday paradise with the guitar concertos played by Pepe Romero fandango quintet.   But I lost the track, let’s go back…So, secondly,  because Venice is a kind of a corpse…The Exquisite Corpse…It is the shell of what it was… Read More

4
Nov
2019

DEATH IN VENICE, part two

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STILL LIFE

 

 

Dear Danarel,

 

There is nothing more to be said that was not better said before but I  built a shrewd battle plan…I will go to NOWHERE! I will not walk in any contraption – church, theatre, famous villa, chapels desacralized into concert halls, museums, palaces or striptease show. I will even shun the theater crush helmet translating in one’s most atonal idiom the beautiful vernacular.   I will stroll on the streets, slide along the canals, cross the bridges, circle around the wells, emerge into piazzas, ramble along the shore (lungomare), step on quays like an owner,   take some Vaporetto rides rarely and take some notes. I will photograph façades and walking bodies, ignoring who they are and where I am.  I will move like a ghost. Here we are. The town itself is an activated churchyard with ghosts at will. Read More