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   I write poetry because I believe in the value of individual lives. By writing about my private life I hope to remind my readers of theirs. In a world such as ours, where the individual is little valued, this position seems to me a highly political one. —Thomas Transtromer


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Mario Robert lives in a world where Aztec Tank girl leads a parade thrown for Dia De Los Muertos. He catches glimpses of this world and translates them to into the long and short grains of wood. Like fossils of the galaxy, these wood grains mimic the gamma, infra red and ultra violet wave spectrums floating around in the cosmos. There he starts like the big bang breathing life into the pure beauty and chaos in the grain. This will all go to the beat of a thousand spirits drinking out in the streets or in Mexican cantinas as if all the souls in the sea came out to party.


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Alejandro Nodopaka
17 Jul 2010, 18:45
Ola Hombre! Man!

Good to see Chalchiuhtlicue fantasy. Those guapas with pointy titties are cool except that they look too much like gringas… lol give us more of the ones with almonds eyes… I could eat them up.
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