Así que ya he vivido.

Si te mueres antes de ver la Alhambra, no has vivido.

So goes the Spanish saying that "if you die before seeing the Alhambra, you never lived."
And so as I have seen the Alhambra, apparently now I can die...a pauper. It was beautiful and in bloom and all the superlatives in the world cannot do justice to the airy sense of space and nature afforded by the brilliance of those muslim architects that did create it.

Apparently I´m poor. I know I´ve been through this before, but seriously, I´m poor. I´ve talked to my mom, and she´s confirmed it...yep, I´m poor. So I´m currently awaiting word from my travel agent to let me know when I can come home and be poor in America, Boston, where the Beckster has confirmed that I can stay there as a parasite, and damned if I won´t hold her to that. I don´t think she realizes just how little money I have, but hopefully I can find a job there. If things don´t work out, the Drake has been enlisted to drive me home so that I don´t have to waste money on a plane ticket.

In other news, I´m thinking about rewriting Ginsberg´s "America" to apply to Spain:

España, I´ve given you everything and now I´m nothing.
$---.-- to my name.
Go fuck yourself with your old world beauty.
España, I am the conversos.
García Lorca must not die.
España, I love you.

It needs work, but you get the idea. I have no hope to stay in Madrid for the parties of the Orgullo festival nor to see if they get the Olympics (fat chance). Now, I just want to go to Boston so I can be poor somewhere else with at least the hope for a job.

That´s it!