Hoy: estudiomopa

Today: Epitaph by Eric Pankey

Beyond the traceries of the auroras,

The fires of tattered sea foam,

The ghost-terrain of submerged icebergs;

Beyond a cinder dome's black sands, 

Beyond peninsula and archipelago,

Archipelago and far-flung islands,

You have made of exile a homeland,

Voyager, and of that chosen depth, a repose.

The eel shimmers and the dogfish darts,

A dance of crisscrosses and trespasses

Through distillate glints and nacreous silts,

And the sun, like fronds of royal palm

Wind-torn, tossed, lashes upon the wake,

But no lamplight mars or bleaches your realm,

A dark of sediment, spawn, slough, and lees,

Runoff, pitch-black, from the rivers of Psalms.

Hoy: La perla

"La película de Los Simpson está muy sobreactuada". (Mi mamá)