si vas ó ribeiro, ó ribeiro do avía, si vas ó ribeiro vai por ribadavia

que hai unha rapaza que dá gusto vela, que da xenio vela, dá xenio mirala

my dearest little pretties, all is well. here in galicia, where foodsloth articchoke and I are galiciatrotting unstoppably. from the tacky to the alternate to the subalternate, we are breathing the air with vigorous rapacity. porque así es la poesía, no es vivir sino [insert tacky metaphor] entre piedra y mar, y eso, la sangre [bla bla bla] etc...

on saturday I will be in sevilla at night. on sunday I shall have free and unlimited access to the internets.

love
joaquin