Me duele
I think I’m three: My siblings are twins and refuse to speak my language. * I think I’m five: …
Category Archives: Close & personal
Azul | Sepia
Azul | Sepia …con brillos de chicle rosa fluorescente La Havana te embriaga con su exuberancia de buenas a primeras. …
Why this…
Me volví loco, con largos periodos de espantosa cordura Edgar Allan Poe This blog is an experiment. A half-baked idea. …
The accountant
My grandfather was one. By destiny, rather than choice. Beautiful liquid handwriting flowing on aligned paper telling 423 7,854.1 15 …
Àncora
Terror. Adolescent. Terror. Torna. Peus junts mirant a dos bandes abans de creuar el carrer. Carrer. Riera. Vorera. Riu. Corrent. …
Stranger at home
Sóc estrangera, sempre. De naixement. Doble García, mai un escut que obrisi portalada gran a la seu . …
Granada
“Déjame leerte, niña, tu Buenaventura.” Uñas negras punzan mi palma abierta, abren un surco de lágrimas, sudor y sangre. “¿Qué …
Cuando la lejía produce nostalgia
Qué impacto extraordinario. Recordar a mi abuela a traves de la esencia inconfundible del ‘au de lejía’ Un nuevo spray …
A hairy dance with time
I feel like a tree My white hair, my lovely ‘canas’, have made me into a tree Each cana is …
Pomposity & exaggeration
I sometimes wish I’d had a more exaggerated life. Reading about theatre divas in murdoch’s The Sea, The Sea I …