Understanding different languages

An Argentinian chaco tortoise (Chelonoidis petersi) and the Patagonian mara (or Patagonian hare--Dolichotis patagonum) competed in un maratón. The Argentine people placed their bets. 

"Eres un animal muy lento," said Patagonian mara.  "¿Cómo vas a ganar?" 


"Vamos, vamos Argentina," chanted the Argentine people. "Vamos, vamos a ganar..."

"No puedo ganar la carrera," said the tortoise (Chelonoidis petersi). 

"...que esta barra quilombera," regaled the Argentine people.


"¿Perdón?" said the Dolichotis patagonum (Patagonian mara/hare). "¿Por qué me persigues?"

"No te deja, no te deja de alentar!" concluded the Argentine people.

 "Porque," said the rival of Patagonian mara (hare), "Años más tarde, de todas las personas que pasaren por tus huesos--despues que la gente ha tomado tu piel para calentarse--I will be the only one to understand your goal in running."

Combustion of the mind

What if a phoenix didn't rise from fire, from ash, but simply awoke quietly, in private, and suddenly it stood and revealed itself as if nothing had happened, that it had not been near its nest when it ignited nor was it aware of the tragedy. Were there survivors? it asks. Would Herodotus's skepticism seem a bit more desirable than the human imagination?

Copa de Oro

Bradbury flew Icarus too close to the sun to snatch Yeats's golden apples the way they teach you to swim, sidestroke, pass the apple from the hand to the basket hanging by your pruned foot and then grab another, like swimming into firmament with no gills or heat shield. As if the Earth simply sneezes and woosh! there we go, expelled from the atmosphere for a moment to look back at her and exclaim. For a virus we are optimistic about finding another body.

Ballad of an aspiring musician

By 3:23a.m. the guitar strings have all snapped. Thank God, say the upstairs neighbors. Praise be unto Allah. The room darkens, and suddenly it is apparent to all that no one could sleep in all this silence.

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<REINCARNATION/>

<"perhaps suggests a rose by any other name"= is still alive but unable to scream/>
  <"I saw this documentary once about folk who cannot scream"= avalanches of terror built and unreleased bury them/>
   <"alive because their skis are broken 9a metaphor0"/>
    

<IN SPACE />

   < "if folk die"= they float forever/>
    <"never stopping"=until they strike another object/>.   

/ to find a calmer shore

Pink scratches draw a road map crossing my forearm / a puppy fights her imagined war along these routes.
Chlorine roughens my hair into coppery wire / grey swivels high above the water and far off thunder suggests conductivity.
All in all a rough afternoon / doggy paddling through wine water cerveza

Avoidable contact.

It's easy. To lose control. Keeping traction, that's the trick. To stop the fiberglass from rushing in.