Blackberry Poetry and Writings

The Bane of Youth - The Arrogance of folly.

2012-02-09T14:25:00.000-08:00

I'll begin softly, AAAArgh. I'm living with 4 twenty-year old girls, not women--yet. Lying, not softly.

What comes out of their mouths--or doesn't, is truly remarkable sometimes in it's horror, at least that's what I'm noticing these days. Not their innocence, at all. Nor their naivete. I'm frankly astonished at the need some people have for rules and regulation and imposing them on others. I admit to following a "Live and let live." philosophy.

I crave solitude and privacy and I have none. At least, that's what Google tells me. You can find me here and see what I look like, what I write, how I think. So there. I really don't like popping up in searches. I was outed by anonymous slayers. Outed in so many ways. Now how do I get my anonymity back? my discreteness? I keep my glasses on to hide my green eyes. I wear my heart on my sleeve, unintentionally. I loved grad school, but it didn't love me. Is life one big high school with cliques and groups? I soared through it on my own high, unaware of the din I caused. And I did.

There is a quote I once read, "You never know as much as you did at 25."

So I haven't written poetry since New Year's Eve, and that's long for me. I'm waiting for something. Maybe a haircut. Maybe a move. A different location, a different therapist - Its only a guess. That I'm waiting. Something should happen soon.

I'll start with a haircut and go from there. I really don't like living with 20somethings. or is kindness a lost art? then again, i've always been a bookworm and way too sensitive to go to Mongolia with some artist I didn't
know well enough. Imagine that? Mongolia. wanted to take the train across Siberia from Russia. Travel doesn't seem to be in the cards for awhile. I'm certain a haircut will facilitate a better mood and appropriate action. So thanks for reading. See you out there.

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The Early Guest

Leave happy

Never let—

Let them

say you went

to Everest and back

Say you built your house

Alone

Very beautiful clothes

beautiful

renewable cabinets and all

along the bay you sail

with friends

up and down the coastal

maelstroms—

segues of love and banishment

listening to Riyuchi Sakamoto’s minor chords

say you chart

the impractical—the Duende

of rivers and coastlines

juniper labyrinths

I built a river

to stow away stones and anchors

in the corners

of your home.

Palenque

2010-03-23T17:21:00.000-07:00

a collection of autumn
paintings prints and leftovers
miso chicken soup tune
the leeks the lentils
admit to lying
often without remorse
for this recipe she shook
the sky broke the river
stones into Sun God pyramids
a wish to test the wood
roots and berries--
there is a word for this

refuse to serve rub
the scarab harshly scenting
another eon
wait
before you go
at this height
there is a tomb

I am the House I was or Beach I Dreamt

2009-12-14T15:51:00.000-08:00

a rutilated quartz crystal

purports a Twin Peaks Skyway

Taxi ferries to Dog Patch.

The fountain blares context

three is a lovely number when tossing coins--

curling limbs beget

softly held lovers held over

the downtown tundra

held down the way

from banks and Hotels—

I want to see it carved up

like a rhubarb pie from

the old Cafe Flore

to build Gaudi Towers

from Venetian necklaces

along Van Ness to the Marina.

to sustainable Ice Hotels from

Quebec to Scandanavia

here in SF: the crystal quartz

shines tubular Japanese

Ice Hotel Rooms by Delancey Street

towering over their Christmas

trees.

Travel

2009-11-29T13:30:00.000-08:00

TRAVEL

Today I saw a PBS show on Rome. It was Rick Steeves way and he loves history. With history and architecture we remember who we are, especially when we travel--without the accoutrements of our lives we become a deeper connected person to ourselves. If you travel with the intent to experience the place, you open yourself up to the awe before you, within you. I believe this is the connection that invigorates and lifts us to a knowing of ourselves in this world.

Its the same feeling one feels within when we hear a particular song or musical piece that sparks the fire within the heart and this rapture can actually be physical, much like falling in love can be. We fall in love with each other again, learn about new cultures, meet the people, learn how much we have in common. Needless to say the history of ancient civilizations, whether it is European or South American, or Chinese or Japanese--we do it one person at a time with the people we meet and exchange ideas and coffee and a laugh or two.

All this knowing and learning and connection brings hope to everyone, especially ourselves as we realize dreams within and make plans for future trips or how we will do something different at home when we return.

Or maybe it inspires you to read more about one or another subject you fell in love with--art, the Enlightenment, a fantastic new dish and spice to use at home. It is all hope and life.

I am a Television advocate. I want to imagine everyone with a television--even in far off countries--and I trust that it would be beneficial to see how others live. Wouldn't it be great if PBS became a worldwide corporation broadcasting the most informed programs around the world continuing its devotion to education and to scientific and spiritual inquiry? The Muppets are in Africa! And they're a big hit.

OF COURSE they are.

The Web is like that too. Freedom to see what the world is doing beyond one's own circle of life. It is the lens that changes from printing presses, carrier pigeons to television and the Internet and cell phones. In this human experience we are still doing the same thing we have done for eons.

We search. We explore. We learn and change, more than ourselves, but each other. I am convinced that every day is an opportunity to meet someone and make a difference. And sometimes we may never know how we impacted someone else.

This makes me think of "smalltalk" with strangers. I love it. I think of it as the hallmark of a civilization, how we treat each other in our day to day existence. Kindness is how. When people travel here, they make assumptions of this country and how we are as a people by who they meet and how that interaction is carried out.

We are all emissaries in this world for one demographic or another. Or are we all emissaries for each other? Here together for one thing only? -- for each other.

Next time you're on an elevator - start a conversation. Push someone's floor. Make a joke. Compliment someone. We're here together in that same (random?) way.

Not so random, if you read Carl Jung, who coined the term Synchronicity....for how there are no accidents in life. The symmetry of nature understood through complex mathematical equations from String theory to Chaos theory.

Still when confronted with these magical moments of deja vu or Synchronicity it's not about answers.

Notice the stunning color of the leaves on the sidewalks these days, in the trees. I mean, its just astonishing how many colors there are and all of us do our best to re-create what is before us and in our hearts.

Thanks for reading.

Willie Loman reads Kafka

2009-07-31T01:35:00.000-07:00

Paris or Prague

here: Montgomery

another messenger another

yield to what is

sustainable to a blue screen/she said

but became the chocolate/tasty morsels

that never forgave her/recycling

golf courses/sway in thunder

lightening works miracles

a juggler swallows a sword

and gags wing tip shoes
tailored suit sustainable

to commuter's necks adorned

in blue tattoos

wearing a riot act

Kayak in Mendocino

2009-07-27T12:03:00.000-07:00

I threw up stars

spilling into brilliant colors

crackling aluminum

—an urgency of light and words

I wanted you to see them

as the crows did

crawling from the monolith

they message: safety

--just wait

an other something

a sea shore

whispers whispered

it isn’t so awkward to be

guided, is it?

I crave my totems

Sans swords –
the storms in which i live

When Billboards Collide

2009-07-07T11:30:00.000-07:00

Magic curries favor storms over the countryside

conjures clichés hackneyed phrases freeway mambos

turnpike tangos that’s what it took to play

when billboards collide

woodpeckers at work hang the power

lines interfering with my reception

a black tie affair a reluctant

3^rd wheel a jettisoned driver thoughtful

enunciation has no provocation

you, right there people of like mind wonder

why you’ll walk the earth

as the day is long take me back you kind

chimera be strong stay the course

go the distance for instance

a well-attended wedding often in the wild wild west

stagecoach ponies Indian Reservations

gave them peace now give us a piece of your

mine give a little bandy about the out and proud

a turn of the hand for a walk in the woods by Walden’s

Pond, a short walk on a long pier a long walk in the dust

bowl a murmur is a line in the sand I promise more

than enough for your title I’ve got an idea

Is it too late to join? Count

on it count the money I’m still waiting

when you need a friend spend a little

spend a lot mix and match jeans mixed up

teens tell us what tell us why we have to we

have to know where in the world is the rhyme?

once in a bleu moon sleep apnea

hits you right in the gut you just know it when it

happens happened on the inside hurts

on the inside pass me the glass

you know yourself it isn’t pretty but a day

in the life how can you stomach it?

It’s their culture a balancing act I don’t want

I don’t need you I need you that’s what

she said are you serious? Well, it’s too late to

change the past change your future—there’s

something you’re not facing something

conspiratorial theories abound not a bleeding

heart but a green party plant a tree plant

an idea take it to the top redwoods sit

think about it wait a minute or a month

heaven knows I used to date her you’ll have to make

a statement to keep in touch I’ll call you and

we can still be friends dew drop inn stay awhile and visit

are you happy? are you married? just the facts m’am

yes, they made an offer leave it to them to know which

way is up they make it look easy I’m not kidding

were there any witnesses? it’s obvious there were

bystanders now you’ve got it I told you

academic resources would blow your mind post

modern postal service provides ample opportunities don’t

think twice it depends on the money honey if you’ve got

the time I’ve got the money honey we’ll go

for a ride along the beach a one-way beach street

yields to no one it just takes time to drive a long

hit it hard take it easy, honest it’s a fascinating process

you’ve seen it now teach did you see that? I do digress

all along the waterfront finally a better mousetrap

a tall tale affords reality a big deal is cooking turkey

with a big gulp on the side there’s nothing left to say

live your life what the packing slip promised

High Definition Art - Afternoon TV

2009-07-02T16:28:00.000-07:00

More Afternoon TV experiments with sonar/antennas and the Borg Artist in me. Deconstructionist, you say? You can click on each photo for a full screen image.

The following pieces were created by interfering with the antenna signal for an HDTV and fine tuning it to varying degrees of pixelation to photograph them with a PDA Phone (Blackberry). This generated a brush stroke appearance if it could pixelate across a canvas, breaking up the image while retaining the colors. Its like QA, before Agile Development. A SciFi Temporality of Art.

Let's just say Content matters--so does a sense of humour. Honestly, Television looks so beautiful pixelated....a little Still Life, a little Abstract, Almost Impressionist, Portraits, and Sampling the TV Picture. Is that derivative?

or conceptual? Its all technology machine art.

When will they finally build the antennas and satellite receivers onto tiny little chips so you don't have to mess with the accoutrements. I feel like Erma Bombeck.

;-)

elizabeth terrazas

Anatomy

2009-06-30T19:00:00.000-07:00

ceviche gives you courage to conquer
a young wives tale i offer
henna and tattoos
celebratory champagne Jaguar

dio gracias. i saw her do that
took the fish in hand
filleted it ordered a margarita

she left me don't know if she's Georgia
Caucases in Puebla Guanajuato
Hopi i wonder
Copland for the wildnerness

the sternum bends and holds
cartilage probably inside Jaguar
on velvet Elvis shadows
candid French barrels

in tequila lilt the songs
tilting flowers
an old wives tale less than maguey
more than imagery

if a broken mirror

2009-06-30T18:13:00.000-07:00

cerulean blue atmospheres lean
left in the wind left behind left ahead
the palms illuminate the lifelines
of Planck length theories

a patient breeze celebrates
brilliant yellow monarchs
cypress branches in Pacific Grove
a southerly migration to Michoacan

a gentle implosion in her head
conjures stormy decadent
chestnuts at the Japanese market
Februaries roll through Maverick dreams

if the sky will open a mariner's song
will the bird become word
and the milk maid find her way
to the white topped hills of Andulusia

Green Motorcycles

2009-06-06T14:38:00.000-07:00

Transit

let it run ride rough

eminent domain

sanctuaried saguaros

motocross 4 wheelers

i must get 2

easy on the water

fire hydrant rush

sidewalk cafe street

smokers and pints

or tea )or coffee(

wild ponies ride

i am here. i am

just

because is like

a spacesaver

thus not the same

tree. Climbing

is this a thing

where. not yet a turn.

hydrangea.

legumes.

wanna wanna wallah

2009-05-29T11:50:00.000-07:00

Wanna Wanna wanna

gesund heights Pac heights

she splits carefully

bigtime like ing

a b c d 9 8 7 4

de serve Z~

hi rize jump trampoline trumped

Europa Europa

Kate here: take take an Epsom salt

Jump jump

wanna have sushi? wanna burrito?

Eliza are you?

out there? Not like me but are you

all the biographies and paranormal books

we could get our hands on bus rides

Girl Scouting vines like Tarzan

a magic bus

be serious I kin knot spell how much we

lost gained deference deferred

to Neruda another flower arises

spelling bees

una flor blanca

elizabeth terrazas

Wireless

2009-05-19T20:16:00.000-07:00

I've been in this cafe all day goofing off online. /Tweeting Twitter. Looking for a new place to live. Its pretty scary out there. Election day. They said only 35% of the people would vote today. I voted to be part of the majority. Not that I'm not interested, but I had to look for work or clients or a new place to live...

But isn't it always when we have important unpleasant things to do that we download old tyme songs and look up Ella Fitzgerald or Manhattan Transfer to drown out the incessant "its a bad economy" chatter. Not that I hear that all the time. Just today.

So I downloaded some old 40s, 60s songs that I cant listen to as I seem to have messed up the speakers/audio when trying to make a phone call. OH well.

(This feels like a long Tweet.) Anyway, all the regulars are here now at Smokey's Day of the Dead Cafe. Winston, Smokey, Paul was here, Johanna, and they're doing karaoke now.

Its nice. like a pleasant anesthesia at the dentist's office. Everyone is happy and excited to sing. They're playing the old Motown love songs...cool.

The lights on Grand Avenue are in that state between night and dusk, just after pink and it looks surreal, like a giant movie set that needs a script--a soundtrack. My friend T. used to say that his wife G. "doesn't have a soundtrack" mostly because she wasn't the type to associate songs directly with experiences in her life. Georgia doesn't sit around much. She's always on the move rescuing dogs and cats. Think she's an ASPCA person now. Living the good life on an island.

It is greatly exaggerated however. We listened to Rock back then in LA. KROQ when it started...with "alternative" music. I wonder what happened to that? I got old, that's what. Oops!

You move on and get busy and that's pretty much it. Especially these days with all the new types of art/music/poetry/anything scene that weaves it all together creating what were once Art Installations--like Laurie Anderson. Superman.

I love the whole Superhero story. Who doesn't? Like the little Matilda--BAM. What a lovely movie that is. Isn't Danny DeVito kooky in that?

Ok, I wandered enough. Thankfully, there's not many people reading this. You know how blogs are.

P.S. Outside there's talk of champagne, closer to dusk now. Ambling in the amplitude of new friends.

C ya.

Geo gee-oh gee

2009-05-17T09:46:00.000-07:00

vanquished rubber

a Lincoln penny

almost it says Wait

i'm a little tired but

a nightingale sang

hazy days pink

shadows a nosferatu

first things first

does a picnic

am a logi

Cal solution

another K in comet

Kleen da sink

a half bottle

just a half oh heavens

to Betsy

am i goldurned tarred

listing listing left

left did Chester Ruby

Mae April, come she will...

disk drive is full

Hear Ye! Hear Ye!

i beckon minstrels

seriously beg for

songs n turkey legs

may I

speak of this in 2009

Mr. Wilde indeed

i just cannot say.

you missed

something, where

is your 3day weekend?

oh Lawdy mint juleps

quiet

down

doncha hate is strong

sentiment. Remember

the word sediment?

knowing forensic not

named bt named

Geology?

whatwhowhy died

coal is very beautiful

on rings.

geo geo geo geo

Track

Therm$al

sustainable

Binary

psychics track

you under

the radar

how high the S

how low the moan

of line breaks end

stressed invis

able. just like that

one

Popstar

truncated chapbooks

grow icelandic poppies

geraniums proteas

wander over

stupified

elizabeth terrazas

Recipe - Mother's Day 2009 - for my mother

2009-05-10T11:52:00.000-07:00

my body climate runs

global warming

still. runs bicycles

is it the blood thinner?

choosing memory. dairy. cheese.

cool results Abuelito Miguel

art. Mom's father. that's all.

loved cats too. surprise

everyone surprised.

cousins and proximity

cousins and Califas

watch: an artist

I have a witness perpetual motion

inventions. his dinosaur books

am one witness, i meant

dinosaur cookies

our templates missing us foreign and offensive

notice But didn't

wonder. "so warm it is"

muttering on Bart

so if it weren't for the loss,

would you. Find. This.

comical?

my climate is Spain

closer to it Now.

watch: Poet

turn: clock

Like this = green eyes *** Like this* in 1980*. I fell

at a funeral. and again.

Garage

Sales for us. 1001 Arabian

lullabyes dream sequences

::::::a fractal

squash blossom soup - sopa

for dinner. o so quiet concrete

Home. a playhouse

a map.

(traditionally, the evening supper is light -

escrita por La Mera Mera Gordis en San Francisco

Feliz dia de Madres!

xoxo

My title is Was

2009-05-05T15:06:00.001-07:00

whiteonlymatters

if then is cares bloated head of cabbage

estate your purpose or means

by what means do you

travel hindsight, she said.

the taxi driver through us out

was financial not

cigarettes more illogical because w3re

formulated "godliness is +/- & >

i'm only being nice to you

incomplete compost bins

oyster shells nourish a koi pond

they traveled in pairs - go

to girl go to airports - go

quietly police officer offer it

i don't have a have not couldve

been a

mebbe i have one after all this

"let's Have"

some tea. Be

your heart desires.. sometimes

a great biology of circumspect

spectacle and c and k are harsh

letters to use

is to love as is to like purely theoretically

supposedly unbound Promethean

is seen often it's in the eyes of jasmine

it's all right there under a blue

star a blue black heart

hit inside someone

inside somewhere leftover

the night before

her lover left a blue

i told you everything, still

would be nice to keep. would

be essentially. is quixotic

bricks. at last a step

walk faster. Honest

i do did was am now

for a little while longer

the lightening has left

my hands where

myth began another episode

elizabeth terrazas

I don't want

2009-04-25T14:19:00.000-07:00

For Hannah Bear, my friend and companion.

i don't want

i don't

need

i don't want to pay for anything

i want to pay for everything

for her everything

she dreamed rivers i know she did

redwoods barns

new writing desks keyboards

finally New Mexico

Georgia O'Keefe ranches

d. h. lawrence San Miguel

i knew her well will travel

her world

another vale a Briggadoon

a wish

elizabeth terrazas

What does Susan Boyle have in common with Judy Garland?

2009-04-19T23:26:00.000-07:00

Well among other things a power house voice and incredible ability to sing. I long for Clark Gable's ears.....for Mae West's buxom figure and plentitude....with the sharp wit, of course. Let's bring real talent back and dump the pre-pubescent boys and girls for the real thing.

We had something one time. President Obama has it now. Big Ears. Oh yes, they're big, but who cares? I think its about time we dump the MTV and Abercrombie & Fitch look and what "they" tell us to embrace real grace and talent....real beauty. What is beauty? a curse i say. Not that I know, actually. I've never thought of myself as " beautiful." I know I'm on a wire now...i'm always on a wire, tenously holding onto friends that are embarassed about what I write.

So here I am now...in love with Susan Boyle's performance and not so in love with the talk about her looks and what not. I long for an innocence when we loved our performers for their fragility, their frailty, and humanity. We are all the same aren't we? Worried about what some people think, do we fit in, why don't I get more phone calls? Less phone calls? the Right phone calls? what is the right phone call?

Blackberry Poetry and Writings: Paracaidistas Hacienditas

2009-04-18T18:05:00.000-07:00

Blackberry Poetry and Writings: Paracaidistas Hacienditas

Paracaidistas Hacienditas

2009-04-18T17:53:00.000-07:00

me da miedo me da sed tirate

los tirantes dame la lumbre que la luna

se va desapareciendo. media luna otra ave

ve la volo mientras leo se guarda

una senora las munequitas que baillan

no te miento, fue milagro.

paracaidistas las casitas sobrevivieron

haciendas sobrevivi munequitas

lindas madres Conchita, Luz, Esperanza

Jesusita, Tamales Tia Marta, rebozos

Tarahumara, quesos Menonita.....andale

Azadero! El Milagro de mi madre

el chisme corre por Califas mientame

la ola mienta la hora las noticias

por que viene Chihuahua, viene

Juarez en el Norte cantamos rancheras

"que bonito es Chihuhua..."

Era. Sera.

mas libre sere

"me importas tu y tu

........y tu y solamente tu...."*

elizabeth terrazas

(the song Piel Canela sung by El Trio Los Panchos and Edye Gormet is the best version

of this enchanting classic.)

Lunatico

2009-04-16T20:18:00.000-07:00

a mirage takes hold a vision
Joshua Tree anthem of cuisines
the new regulars seek comfort
food discover a gem dine-a-thon
in Palm Springs, become punctuated
rules to live by and large we hold
these truths to be
self-evident evidently runways
alongside marshes grocery markets
recover downside is upside the head. Start skip
off the roof into a window a bathroom window
a second story fire escaped Jesus! did I
jump?! rock climb a freeway---weathered
misconstrued Miss Conduct, (I say?)
reportedly untouted and mmm….yes .
does anyone remember Lee Marvin?
he drinks red wine at the next
table. Isn’t it like Paul Newman
to make me cry in a grocery aisle?
Less like Warhol and more like.
Angela notices a difference between 15—
fifteen whole minutes and 30 seconds#####

iiiiiiiiiii, I mean for art and love
Are the same . thing. Recognize
Authentic. Artistic. Post-modern pooh….
my Tao of love. Again. Is it alright
to film you reading…record. Nuance. Her
lips open so quietly. Soft
music of 13th century acapella Praise.

For Aaron Copland

2009-04-16T19:33:00.000-07:00

Bedside manners its important
to remember Rhinos are loveable
Sterling makes a difference in
Coffee service keep
the honeymoon L0cKed
do not disturb never leave
laundry on the floor never hide

I did break glass did make a film. We were
Seen are heard! Now begins
the fan fare
the Hoedown the fandango y pachanga
a Rhinoceros a hippopotamus
elephants marry…….>>>>>>>>>

elizabeth terrazas

Silence is an Answer

2009-04-16T13:59:00.000-07:00

i once knew Reign
did end the rain. the certitude
back pocket food emergencies
ended nom random. de. pleume. ar.e U.
chimichurri. Haricots verts
che'vere.
its not a ship i want to grow up to be
its not wanting. alimento
a Captain's table. a microphone
Sounds like "$" loose jeans

One word, first word
Found. This table you this teapot
that lamp, me a new word, a new
dive. a better burger Pelikans
pens and birds
brushed
like an untamed sword a graceful
swan from a Haiku a tanka a novice
dreams silent mountains calm tatamis
Now you see. why=
a jerk. a Fountain. a Castle--
Easy. the maze
i'm not kidding it’s a moat. I meant

Moot.

elizabeth terrazas

Twittering

2009-04-16T13:20:00.000-07:00

Ok, how long am i supposed to wait for a conversation to start? I might be odd, or maybe I'm a writer......how can i write just one line---

Adam Moskowitz, a-close-friend-of-mine, no--really, he is....but i can't help joking at the awkwardness of how to say it and not sounding cliche. Anyway, we were talking about Facebook. I'm on and doing my thing with it, but it took me a long time to understand. Explaining this to Adam I said,

"At first I thought it was an exercise in narcisism." He turned to look at me and said, "that is so weird. I was looking in the mirror when you said that." We think it'd be a great scene in a film. Something like a Sofia Coppola movie, who by the way, is underrated. I loved "Marie Antoinette."

Why? Its the incredible restraint and muted Louie and Marie A. Did she intend the Post-Modern Palette and Soundtrack? Yes. I bet she did. Maybe everyone noticed how the blues and hues glowed vibrant off the screen. All the colors had parts....its more than costumes in this film. Language poetry come alive!

me blue, food powdered, dripping nougat....awkward King. They do seem confused in the film, like they don't really know their parts well as actors, but of course it was deemed as bad acting. I think it points to an accurate depiction of the youth and folly of decadence and poor decisions in and of an age where mistakes like that could not be tolerated.

Back to the metaphor: there is one isn't there? for now. for political correctness of all kinds...fear of retribution.....aren't we mute and powerless or at least--feel we are sometimes......all of us. Oh i didn't mean to bring up such a serious topic for this film. Its a challenge to transition from the labels of language from the past to redefine and re-invent a new language for who we know and what we knew--people, places, things, countries.

So rent the DVD and get some chocolate strawberries a bottle of champagne and watch the movie as if it were an unfolding tapestry or quilt for our recent era...its a little Dwight Eisenhower, wasn't it? (tense) Those Bushes, just a little scarier.

tks,

Language Lesson

2009-04-15T15:04:00.000-07:00

La Plume. The Eraser.
El etudiant. el conejo zapatea.
the clover and honeybees
have friends, la golondrina
el ouvre c’est demain. « demand «
dit la filles. El memento on the table

The moment has begun to charge
Me language my science desires Sarte
Watches Hildgarde Sor Juana redress
A dress. A hat in the cap is @ once
On the lad though she lights
In a nunnery she writes like a cumbia
“beloved F’aa Punta de Lapiz
Punta de caйa punta de burra
Eres sincera. Si era
Methinks.

elizabeth terrazas