Red Hamilton Beach Coffee Maker
A while ago my line, who had been dead for seven days, was resurrected. After two reports in vain for an appointment in which I planted and left two complaints filed directly with management. Just like that, not even come to my house to fix anything, suddenly everything is solved. I have tone and calls come as if nothing had happened here. I think this is magic, the phones are arranged just like that. It's just that I have doubts if my phone was fixed without the presence of technicians in my home, could not have solved my problem seven days earlier?. The last time I had a telephone at home was eight years ago. Lived in an apartment several blocks from here. I just had a mattress, a television that I bought with my first salary of university teacher, an old desk, a small librerito, my coffee maker Hamilton Beach (2000-2009 qedp) and a shopping cart that I had paid to transport my few things and served as a pantry. I had no refrigerator or stove or anything else. There was no phone, a phone and a white coffee. Both were ugly. Most of the time the phone rang and I ignored them. I had forgotten that I have a tendency to do that. If it is a known number do not answer. If a known number but I have no desire to talk not answer. Querétaro, 1978. Since 1996 is in Tamaulipas. Degree in Philosophy. Regional Award for Poetry Carmen Alardín 2004, Tijuana National Poetry Award 2005 and National Poetry Prize Clemente López Trujillo (2005). FONCA Fellow (2006-2007) and PECDAR (2010). Published: What I can not imagine (CONARTE, 2005), Words words less (IMAC, 2006), I never wanted to stop time (ITCA, 2008) and Goliath (Editorial Letras de Pasto Verde, 2009). What does a tiny series of books make. A series of tiny books made of strings and textiles. What Could a tiny series of enclothed feelings in the worl . . make Poetry again (I know because I feel that frenzied excitement throughout the body) whenever you log back in touch with my feelings. Not now, now s. . this afternoon sitting at the kitchen table of my new home. I live in the Karl-Marx-Str. My roommate says it is the best address in the city . . . . .
