27 May 2008. Tempranito. Sounds of the doves under the eaves. First light in the east, scattered over the hills. Gentle line of eucalyptus, Albany, fur on schist. A lamellar mineral--your micas, chlorites, hornblendes and talcs. Houses, trees, sky--all upwards.
Juan del Gastor, a fiestero. Tradición de Morón. "Se dice que su tío era tocaor 'pa' escuchar'... Y en este se queda la herencia más pura..."
La herencia mas pura...
Wide rivers flowing to the see. Headwaters and sources--a lake somewhere in upper Minnesota. Having no idea just where--a moist spot in the ground, a spring, perhaps, pouring forth. The Missouri and the Mississippi, lights at dusk, along the shore. River towns, like Rosario, like Santa Fé...
No seas triste...
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