“e quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle” —Dante Alighieri, 34th Canto, La Divina Commedia A tiny thing, a particle, a protein anointed in oil,
an idea or problem that cannot be fixed Not that Broadway show, or yesterday’s “wicked cool.” No, back in the ‘60s, a seriously refurbished
— At Grand Residences, Puerto Morelos All afternoon, the two Americans at the pool bar in Mexico squabble like blue jays at a bird
translated by Susan Ayres A banner flies on the jetty. In the bar’s mirror the towers slim down on the other shore. Stripes of