Emily Dickinson - #280 [1896]

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My Mind was going numb -

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here -

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -

Hugo Díaz - Lo mejor de Hugo Díaz [1967 - Argentina]

You 'aint ever heard harmonica shredding like this before. Prep yourself for the king of the harp hailing all the way from Argentina. Hugo's capable of playing all sort of styles but my favorite jams are the zambas and tangos. Here's a collection of his more "known" tunes. Oh, and did I mention he's blind?!

Wow

Eder Espejo [2010]

Some awesome 360 degree panorama photographs my buddy Eder recently shot in Guadalajara, Mexico. Click the images to see them LARGER.