Barcelona, Cataluña, España So these two snowmen are standing alone out in a field together, a little bored. Then, one turns to the other and says, “Hey, do you smell carrots?” A John Kofonow joke via Nick Fox. All the longing in the tourist ghettos, drinking and questioning, little worlds wrapped in a big one. [...]

Córdoba, Andalucia, España The doves & the sparrows dive, curve, sing over narrow puzzle streets. To be born here is to understand the streets. To have wings here is to make the streets your own.

Madrid, España Spring Winders. Nick Fox. Logan Phillips. Between us, everything. Before us, even more. Spain spreads out as a twisting desert, yellow and orange after the green burning of Ireland and England. A twisting desert, a desert having a bad dream, tossing and turning all through the day, trying to sleep as the sun [...]

London, England Kicking and alive. Ireland was good. Words to come in the July NOISE. Spain coming. A lot more soon, check back. London Gossip II They say if the ravens die in the fortress, the kingdom will fall. If they leave the tower, the same. So first, modern paranoia– they clipped their black wings. [...]

En los largos años de Franco los girasoles rechazaron el sol, andolo sus verdes espaldas en lugar de su resplandor amarilloso. A veces no florecer es protestar. •