31.7.06

feverish


its so hot in barcelona that i miss méxico df. in august la city is cooled down with showers, and the expressways are flooded with sewage returning it to something that must resemble its original mushy lakebed-state. sundays are wet and bright in the evenings. summer is like spring, just emptier.

from what i read, though, the city this summer is a hothouse, falling fast towards the worst-case-scenario level. the "fake(tropical) mesiah" -yes, the "debate" has gotten unbearably cheesy, even for my standards- is showing how deep his grip on the city goes. welcome to estilo neopopulista.

go wild...

1 comment:

Medeo Mandarino said...

And yet...
the City is as quiet as just a place beneath the moon can be...