Reseña del libro "Blue Book 2007 (en Inglés)"
Till Time Comes to an End Impressions vague and amorphous, images liquid washing one into another, colors exchanged with shapes and tones and feel, dozing I realize I want to try to write it, why I don't know, why stop to take a snap, but that it holds a bit of truth, of reality, a moment not to lose; notebook open pen in hand, and it's gone as quick as it came, it's gone like a hobo, grabbing the next train to anywhere, that was then, was there; strange to feel it come and leave so fast, like a life I guess, like a life more or less, yes, like a glance or glimpse of things receding in the distance brings; everything grows smaller till it disappears, now a part of someone else's store, for a brief while seeming to have, forever and ever, time for more; in truth no time at all for the one or the other, abandoned in a valley, each now alone, without the other traveling on or staying, till time comes to an end 2007 October 6/7
