El escocés errante en Fuerteventura y La Palma, en inglés y español.
Friday, July 24
Wednesday, July 22
Sunday, July 19
Monday, July 13
La Madrugada
Estoy aquí
en
la soledad
mi
soledad.
Los
gatos han desayunado
y
regresado
a
roncar
La
estrellas han hecho su turno
y
ahora
mientras
ellas están corriendo
nosotros
en la tierra
esperamos
el sol.
¿Dónde
estas Lorenzo?
¿dónde
estas?
Es
lunes
y
te esperamos
Saturday, July 11
And then there was a plague.
And
then there was a plague. Here
on this small Spanish
island we must wear
masks in enclosed spaces and attempt to maintain a reasonable space
between ourselves and
other pilgrims sashaying on the cobbled historic streets of my
adopted home. Sadly there are areas on the mainland which are
suffering anew, accompanied by the usual recriminations of he said
she said and the politics of any colour.
Complacency
is the new enemy, with masks gloves and continual hand washing now
the norm, the law in some countries, this new norm, and how long will
we be required to hide behind a face covering. Many reject this
imposition, including people with power and influence, remarkably
conspiracy theories now
fly in the wind keeping
company with the virus.
But
is it so remarkable? Horrendous yes, obscene absolutely, above all
sad. While the reality is an almost impossible conundrum
between lives and economics
and not
one politician has an answer.
Do
you?
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