No solo correr. Lorenzo Prada

Dementia Sanabria

Silencio y demencia: isolation is the test.

Panic comes and goes, the sense

That anything could happen anytime

That revelation is at hand

It could be now or now or now -

It's all too much, I fill my mind

With future plans, plots, schemes

Recycle interlacing tunes and dreams

Or things I should have dared to say

And chains of random words and phrases

Begetting more associations

Swarming round and round the circuit

Algae on the pond, a virus

Spreading more and more, yet stifling

The horror, the horror vacui -

Lord, fill the space with anything

Colour, fire, wind and speed

Just let there not be nothing

And let me not be mad.

En Sanabria

Rubios: padre e hijo a hacer el bruto.

• A Puebla de Sanabria solo van a comprar. Se nota bien quien pasó por el castillo. Pero Sanabria es otra cosa. Llena de gente muy tremenda. Cazadores furtivos. Taxistas enloquecidos. Tiros por el agua.

• Oso en Sanabria. Ya puede correr el pobre.