En sep’24 tuve un accidente en Vasconcelos por una alcantarilla ABIERTA. Fue pérdida total y GAD nadie salió herido.
Tránsito dijo que no fue mi culpa. Municipio dijo que no era suyo ni de drenaje 🤡Eso sí, la alcantarilla quedó arreglada al día siguiente.
@SanPedroNL@mfarahg
Queridos todos: salgan a la vida. Tengan amigos, cometan errores, enamórense perdidamente, atraviesen un corazón roto, báñense en un río, dejen que una ola los revuelque, canten a gritos, pidan perdón, perdonen. Es lo único que nos va a salvar de la literalidad de este mundo.
The Tortured Poets Department. An anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. This period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. There is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. And upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. This writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. Once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.
And then all that’s left behind is the tortured poetry.
THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT is out now: https://t.co/PzuwWnatO7
You guys talk to people however you want, under the guise of “honesty”. Honesty doesn’t have to be mean. Your delivery, cadence, tone… are you being empathetic? What about tact? Are you being clear? This all matters.