I mentioned to Margarita that I continue without inspiration for writing, that maybe I'm just too tired... She replied GOOD! I was bothered by her tone and exclaimed, "How can you say that!" She said, "You're finally drawing... One day I will have your work on my walls." Two months of writing productivity that she can't read... It's true. You can't increase the immediate beauty of your world with writing, not even a poem.
I love my blog. I love the drawing background and my photographs. I love the profundity of the 50+ writings I have posted. However, I don't have the energy for re-reading the writing piece in order for being inspired into the following writing...
On the edge of the Texas-Tamaulipas border, where the buzzards float overhead awaiting dehydrated Mexican seekers of the "American Dream" take their last step in the desert, I came to a deep ravine. I placed my back to the dark abyss and let myself fall backwards... into Mexico. Almost 3 years after the creation of "Dead Man Walking; Alive in Mexico (June 2011) I realize that I am very alive...
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