Sunday, February 19, 2006

Fiestas Poeticas

beer, smoke, dancing, creating alternative worlds on ripped shreds that were once sheets, maybe sheets that I once spilled myself onto, wearing flags as skirts, 3D rainbow glasses and viewmasters taking us to the moon, conversations about the worlds we've been in and the worlds we want to see, dismantle , create and build. It culminates on the 2nd Avenue subway platform with Chile on my mouth.

1 Comments:

Blogger Debra said...

I love it Mala! Its like every soul-baring, reminiscing conversation between good friends, fueled by alcohol and nicotine with a enough pain and happiness to make it more then real even wit the silly stuff mixed in.

2/20/2006 05:36:00 AM  

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