Water, heating, is a different beast, a roar unlike woodland streams–unmusical, a galaxy of molecules brought to boil, screaming tiny lobsters (I imagine). We’ve
“The act of running ones fingers tenderly though somebody’s hair.” (Brazilian Portuguese). I’ll take fifteen minutes to put on the rain while you jazz,
Yo fui la más callada de todas las que hicieron el viaje hasta tu Puerto. —Julia de Burgos, Yo Fui la Mas Callada 1.
Cash-strapped in China, where they want more white faces on TV, Meg stands in shorts and chef’s hat, stirring chicken in a wok. “MSG!