Well, Come In!

It was neither my shortage of elegant manners nor my throbbing-dash desire for showing myself off. No, those were not the reason I did not welcome you, readers, before I begin to write this rambling clockwork. In point of fact it is due to the later publication, or in other words, my blog was able to be viewed recently, out to date, though I commented somewhat blogs(I read through all I received via e-mail).

All matters are settled, I guess, so come in.

Smooth, Nightness

I wake up early at morning, 30 minutes before the clock utter the college time.

I ride to University my speed-o bike, is about 7:30. If there are not mishaps I reach it one hour later.  

English class  start at 9 o'clock, French one at 11:05. I seldom eat in schedule, I'd rather wait till it is over to have lunch at Papa Sucia. Then I ride back home, I usually sleep after my arriving there. I get up around 3- 4 o'clock a few seconds later I read somewhat short-stories. 

The night spread out over my cramped room, and I feel the beast of my ideas, panting, racking, eating up my strength, I encaged and tamed it with a meager meal.

It is the final quarter of night, fun is my main aim. I play  "The Clash" to get a sort of atmosphere and I watch old-fashion series. 

Thus I finish.

Flaunting

As I already said I'm nineteen years old, at the moment I'm practicing boxing but I yearn for play football.

I lived with my father and mother; one of them is sundowned. Now is me, my brother and my sister.

I'm interesting in literature primly the following authors: Nabokov, Capote, Burroughs, Lowry, McCullers, Cravan, Mújica Lainez, Bolaños, T.S. Eliot, Rimbaud, Cortázar, Nothomb, Proust, Flaubert ... you name it.

I was born in Cali, Colombia, from the Dusk-aria to the Sacro Bosco (near Bomarzo, Italy), I claim the right for set my Dukedom, Duchess at my side and a velvet footsteps behind me, always watching, always within the umbra.

I fond of  protopunk and rock&roll music alike. Iggy Pop, The Who, The Troggs, The Doors, The Sex Pistol, The Ramones. I truly hate soft music. Myself remains hot-and-bothered.

I fond of some Wraulio J. Lietpieg's art samples and surrealistic school.

I'm a mugwump. I take my chances.

I like movies like Gummo, Basquiat, Roger Doger, Spaceball, Wet Hot American Summer,etc.

I give you three lines draw up the square.