In Between

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Two cultures

Two languages

Two countries



It’s tough to take direction

The heart and mind divided

Oh GOD !

I need ok one

The right one

Heart over mind

It’s done!

I’m gone!



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Is time in my head and in my heart irrevalent?

Are my experiences irrevalent?

Whatever it is, I live them everyday and time constrains.

Past and new experiences are mine.

They become slow and pass in slower motion.

Living them, analyzing them slowly and more carefully.

It’s almost like destiny is at my hand’s reach.

With that, my time slows down and my thoughts are carefully displayed.


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It’s weird to ride the bus to class to the UMN.

Young men are next to me and I ask myself  “have I waited these years to finish six upper level classes?”.

It’s strange to walk around campus with young people.

Night classes provides different experience, but there isn’t classes available for what I need.

It is and will be an experience to remember when I get to be 75 years old.

For now, I’m going to class to talk about what it is to talk for others.


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Solo without a plan

Three, four or five days, it doesn’t matter.

You know you are alone.

Hoping to get fun in the woods,

In the water or in the camp.

You got it planned, then you expect the best, perhaps a twist or a surprise.

It should have been as planned.

But things do change, mosquito bites, forgotten parts, crazy fun, or bike riding.

At least until you find out is illegal.

What you think it could have been fun, turned out to be a problem.

At the end, the enjoyment was there 

But, the experience leaves room for improvement and something to say.

Stick to the plan and stay with the plan.

Deviation to satisfy lust can be a bad result when you abuse the riding.

After all, not all trails are rideable.

July 4th 2018

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In my dark garage, mosquitos zooming in and out, my body reacts.

Mexican beer in hand, my mind gets busy.

Whatsup app is on, and the world opens.

Communication at my fingers can’t keep up with my mind, my friends and stupid cell phone.

Well, ideas and thoughts do come together and conversations are established.

But the best of this 4th of July is that K is back.

Thank you for being back north.


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I share my mind

But inmediately gets twisted.

I know what I want.

It’s a destiny.

Maple Leaf

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Green, yellow, red or brown

It doesn’t matter

The fall will always be.

Your eyes and memories fall the same rithm

It’s there like a thorn in the heart

It hurts, but it brings smiles

And it makes me happy.

In the north, maple leaves are more red.

The red hot lives in my mind even in the summer.

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