On the edge of the Texas-Tamaulipas border, where the buzzards float overhead awaiting dehydrated Mexican seekers of the "American Dream" take their last step in the desert, I came to a deep ravine. I placed my back to the dark abyss and let myself fall backwards... into Mexico. Almost 3 years after the creation of "Dead Man Walking; Alive in Mexico (June 2011) I realize that I am very alive...
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Everyday I place an album on my computer and have it repeating itself all day and night long while I'm writing, be it Massive Attack or Cafe Tacuba, Coldplay or the Doors, Manu Chao or Pink Floyd etcetera and yadi. For some reason it doesn't affect my writing or my mood and I'm always surprised that the album has begun again, saying that I wasn't truly paying attention. The songs don't play in my mind when I'm trying to sleep. Since I'm not reading any good books these days, they don't affect my reading. Today I put on Fiona Apple and am surprised that it didn't bother me. Mónica la Puerto Riqueña nightmare girlfried that introduced me to acrylic paints introduced me to Fiona Apple in 1997 and left the cd with me when she returned to Puerto Rico. Normally I don't listen to her music because I feel that it is very depressing. However, I think it's also beautiful. So, I decided to contribute this video.
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