Reflections, thoughts and musings from a West-Miami native ever living in two worlds, with one eye to specifics, and the other on form. Ordinary things, sometimes extraordinary. Presently hawking possessions for bike-money. Such is life.
The days we have lived, they're no longer ours.
The days ahead belong to no one.
Even today isn't ours...
Today, is only the instrument on which the song of our lives may, or may not be, played.
-XV Oct4 2011
