(Slà•In•Te)

(Slà•In•Te)

 

 "That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.”

-Charles Bukowski

 

And...just like Fiction...a world unfurled...

 

In the half-light I fell, punch-drunk, into the stupor of an elixir's delight; opening, at once, a rave of spirits that led (me) to a garden of light. Once there, Grace ensued...

 

Sometime back, I walked around and surrendered into the wind's invocation enough to feel the frailty of my prerogatives as they slipped from my tongue and filled my cup until it runneth over, as if by instinct. I sketched and recorded my desires as I addressed the empty corridors that adorn the old city. I kept close a prayer and, thus, blew a broken whisper - a coda - into the air in the hopes of searching for lost times: memories, snapshots and polaroids, a remnant of shadows cast under the sun that only appear under the right circumstances trickled under an ocean of endless drops that fill-up the message in the bottle that both heeds and preys -- the cause and effect --  that balances the universe's request to celebrate and cheer, in unison, for all the seasons: the Past, the Present, and the Future -- "Slàinte!".

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Photographs by: Alejandro Melendez

Words by: J. Guillermo Paleo