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Passage
December 23, 2010
I see a woman strolling down the street and I feel, there goes my mother.
But sixty years ago my mother died.
I see a boy walking on a wall and I think, there goes my son.
But sixty years ago I had no son. Is this lanky child
the grandson of the son I never had?
Who names who we are? Who remembers how we came and went?
Who keeps photos of who we never were?
2010 - 2019
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Age and the Internet
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End of the World
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Frente Frio
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