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Leonell EchaJune 21, 2022

bekwarra iye world, mankind, humankind. the word ‘chikitãñ’ fascinates me. it means ‘sit down’. reminds me of the song ‘chiquitita’. i’m the last to love tribe i just do to others as they do to me. edum sounds like the heart of a drum. Əĺļə

Leonell EchaApril 19, 2022

My existence is a cycle of naught. In the end, I am just like air, I may or may not be here in the next seconds. The reason, however, is not my duty to think on. I am born, live in the path I choose, or however, the notion from my upbringing directs me. Become […]

Leonell EchaOctober 3, 2021

drink up. all these wines are for tasting. drink. toast to the littlest win, to the girl who left us and became better, to the man we may never become, to the days God may forsake us, toast to my three favourite; bad, worse, worst. all these wines are for toasting. leonell echa

Leonell EchaJune 4, 2021

why would a rat attack an elephant is it not afraid of might? what point would it prove? an elephant that kills a rat isn’t trying to be a hero the forest knows more the trees and grass know better one little insignificant animal would not hurt the jungle’s census. pick your fights wisely. Victor […]

Leonell EchaJanuary 26, 2021

The more we are together, together The happier we can be. But no, let’s evangelise Let’s knock people out their doors And call it a holy war We cannot be one if we don’t pray alike Dress alike, eat alike So we eat ourselves alive These gods must be crazy Taking offerings, and not offering […]

Leonell EchaJuly 20, 2020

today we will gather to be taught the norm it is the way we think, eat, speak and believe it is the language of culture to conform the way water droplets into an ocean sieve there will be no other way if we must know to the bond of identity you must cleave habits as […]

Leonell EchaMarch 11, 2019

Mine is of a line of greatness a page of hope, a strong black rope. The King on chess, a soft flower. A starting light we burn at night we’re that tower of more than less. Our fires are of wild egress. We don’t disappear, we’re egress, with time or less, a strong tower guarding […]

Leonell EchaApril 18, 2017

Dear lone soul, back peddle a bit. Dear gripless mind, let your heart do the beat. This tickets are for your dying day. As craving as it may There goes the last train’s horn. Pierce a little bit more, roses thorn. Yet again at this point, life’s on a ride. In a wedding dress as […]

Leonell EchaFebruary 27, 2017

Optional frequency in heartbeats. Uneven calamity of the mind. Demodulation of ecstasy. When photogenic minds are peaky. Flash, camera shutters. Light rays, blinding sights. Unidealized memories. Revealing the last unbended form. These images are in phases. Dark places, blurry faces. Reality in a piece of a covered lie. Soothing on rough patches. If it could […]

Leonell EchaJanuary 8, 2017

Not sure what to write. Seems harder when it’s your own Time to check this box. Absence is now grown You’ve brought another word Add it to this book. Leon ================================== It’s not so easy trying to say a welcome to you our mummy. Words have not been old, you should tell Winston that too. […]

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