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The Logic of Guilt

 

Vallejo Nocturno 2019 - Baltimore MD

The Logic of Guilt

It was true, but I would contest.

The blue car, the red lipstick, the receipt, all were false. Fake.

I was in Singapore. Not in NYC.

There were photographs to prove it. A hotel bill.

There were things that no one notices. The broken lock, her misguide eye, some dirty laundry.

The image was very blurry but I was not there.

I had witnesses, all with good recollections and solid reputations.

They provided their depositions. We had several translators.

They all knew what they thought and what they saw.

My lawyer advised me not to to talk.

It was a simple process.

The evening was getting late, the mountains spoke another language.

The prosecutor obtained some lies from others.

We had some shots of Bowmore No. 1 to celebrate.

But there was more, some stolen jewelry, the perfume spilled in the bathroom, and the missing painting.

The morning afterwards, a walk in the park and some sunlight.

End of story

 

At the Mitrione's

Vallejo Nocturno 2019- Botafogo

You find the most peculiar dreams under the elevator. Once underneath their frame there were very little people living a perplexing debacle. But, of course, you can also go up and down to the big breakfast spread and long blue pool to forget it all. Trapped in a kind of deja vu we called it that summer. But in Botafogo these were considered new and inspiring machines with windows to observe the elaborate gardens once inflated and then disappeared.  Then there was a painting of the Virgin Mary that ran up and down the descent giving the private box a culture all its own experience. After those delirious rides to the rooftop we could begin to observe those little people below. Now they were at the beach or then suddenly starting a fire in the underpass. We eventually turned our attention to the cameras and the interviewer who was learning the mysteries of electricity on the local souls as he described the unique scene brought to us from the North.

Distant Hope

Vallejo Nocturno 2019- Lima, Peru

When I look at the old people like me I can't comprehend how my years traversed faster than light. The young, with firm bodies, and  distracted eyes are the future someone said once. They play the saxophone collecting the distant histories and sing something coherent to my ears late at night. Those are the artists. The business men like always will dress in their contemporary uniforms. Why is their purpose any better than their ancestors? Quickly they will send an army of elegant algorithms through the subway to eat away at our photographs. I think they will leave only something for themselves.

Reverse Will

Vallejo Nocturno 2019 -Singapore

There was a period when I was scared of hurting my father by something bad that I would do. It was a time that my friends were people who liked to break and steal things. Later when I straightened myself out I became afraid of losing my job by losing a lot of their money. That was a long span of time. More recently I would wake up at night and think of our government which was working against me and my children-how did it become to that? Then it evolved to what I was consuming.  Lately I'm worried about those things I've collected. Who will organize them?

Remembering Those Things

Vallejo Nocturno 2019 - Marina Bay, Singapore

Sometimes it is difficult to remember things. Its easy to know that when I was 4 in Villa Devoto at my grandmother's house I fell against a iron heater and blood kept coming out until we got to the hospital which was two blocks away. That was almost 61 one years ago and Coltrane was stuck in a heroin habit. But then someone says remember that building and that ferris wheel in that town when we had to convince those people that it would be best to start all over. Its like a book that some one read to me on the train. I can't remember the scene or even the plot line. In the elevator I stretch my mind to build the memory but there is only darkness and so I wipe it all out and go to the bar and order whatever they have on tap.

Scenes from Cerro Azul

Vallejo Nocturno 2019- Cerro Azul Scenes in January

Brazilian Wedding in Rio

Vallejo Nocturno 2018 -Before the Kiss

We had a glorious week in Rio a couple of week's ago. Seeing childhood friend's of my wife and going to a wedding of one of their daughters. We saw and did as much as we could in the space of seven days. Heaven.

The Corner

Vallejo Nocturno 2018 - La Esquina

Not much happens here. Some times we try to cross this busy avenue from this point. Other times we tried to get there to get closer to the sports bar that used to be down the road. For us it's a focal point where we can look down and see whether there is credible life outside our realm and occasionally we see someone lost not really knowing or understanding that this is a corner and at most only a point to get elsewhere.

Tatica 95

Vallejo Nocturno 2018 -Celebrations for Tatica's 95th 

The Morgan as We Left It 2017

Vallejo Nocturno 2018- The room at The Morgan last April (2017)