ASK GAME — yes, i am terribly bored... you can also specify if you want me to reply to your question in Spanish, in which case i will gladly do so.

01. I’ll show you a (translated) poem that I like and talk a bit about it. 02. I'll tell you something about the projects I'm working on. 03. I’ll tell you a bit about any homoerotic relationship that was had between any of my favorite Spanish poets or artists. 04. I'll tell you about a Spanish poet's work, life, or any interesting details. 05. I’ll tell you a fun fact about myself. 06. I’ll tell you about how I am and how my day has been. 07. Ask whatever you want!

miau

I just entered a rentry and couldn't read shit... Man, please use colors that contrast enough. Light grey text is NOT readable against pure white...

i translate so much and talk so little... i need to be sane and talk about my day instead of the homosexual overtones of Prieto's relationship with Aleixandre. By the way did you guys know Prieto had multiple of Aleixandre's poems and letters hung up on his studio wall and that they remained there until he died and that when he did die historians found the papers so worn-out because Prieto was constantly taking them down the walls and hanging them back up because he was RE-READING EVERYTHING ALEIXANDRE HAD EVER SENT HIM. DAILY. AND HE HAD IT ON HIS WALLS.

why is it that everytime i go searching for something in the internet, i end up at the less relevant, most random of places...

i love this question, it's so silly... in Spanish, it's "me siento tan sigma". :)

i need to do an explosive ramble about Vicente Aleixandre and/or Gregorio Prieto right about ummm three minutes ago. i have some issues but it's nothing that their homoerotic relationship can't fix. i need to show you all their letters. They convinced me that Aleixandre is a bisexual king and i will die on that hill because ohmygodddddd how can you be so GAY...

lots of rambling // nobody asked but i need to share these middle verses from a poem of Aleixandre's. going thru it.

Come like two eyes or two profound solitudes,

two compelling callings of a depth that i do not know.

Come, come death, love; come soon, or i'll destroy you,

come, for i want to kill or love or die or give you everything;

Southerners and their passions... Irrevocable... I am in awe... Forever... I translated it ages ago... But OAUGH... Viscerally, romantically, philosophically, spiritually; I am touched... Touched forevermore... By these FOUR verses... FOUR... FOUR... Madman of a poet you are, Aleixandre... Barbaric... Your love is barbaric, your love is Spanish... Bring it elsewhere. For a minute. Because I'm about to cry.

i forgot i did some changes to /lorca. oops

anyways, since i FORGOT the URL i was getting the resources for /prieto from, i will promptly ignore /prieto and instead go translate a poem. coping.

finally cleared my notifications after being so stubborn about it and everything's running much smoother. maybe i am a little stupid and should've done it sooner...

thank you guys for helping me achieve my lifelong dream of having funny number of notifications