confesiones de un mordeuñas
Las he visto de lo más peor. Sangrando y al rojo vivo. Reconozco a los mios, así que no me sorprende comprender porqué entiendo el aspecto visual de ver uñas comidas hasta el punto en que ya no se puede comer más porque si no no habría uña que morder o…
Read MoreQuerida T II
Sigo intentando no pensar en tí. Sí, es una locura. Entre más lo intento, más te presiento. Lo curioso de todo es como la mera idea de tí llena mi alma de sensaciones inexplicables cuya procedencia es un misterio. En sí eres un mistero. O una…
Read MoreOn teaching
Respect is one of those curious emotional constitutions that are sought after by the teaching community. Teachers by and large seek it as a form of recognition & acceptance that their profession is taken seriously by all those involved in the…
Read MoreRIP Saavedra Rafael – Long live all beyondeados
Blogs commenting the death of one of our own: http://amarabierto.blogspot.se/ http://cunadeporqueria.blogspot.com/2013/09/rafa.html http://lorenamancilla.blogspot.se/ Quizá otros más. I never did like his writing and I was never mature enough to accept…
Read MoreA million conversations unsaid
You know how many situations I have imagined were I speak to you? Just about every time I decide I should confess to you my feelings. Which are many. Or the many times I want to send you roses, how have those times been?
Read MoreEl refugio
I seek refuge from you in these words. I’d rather write down every feeling I get from you than to express them directly. I think it wouldn’t be such a great loss or maybe it will be. I have feelings for you. Feelings I don’t understand…
Read MoreConvencido
Estoy convencido de muchas cosas pero menos de esto de escribir. Le he perdido la fe. Hace mucho que no escribo como esos anteayeres en que la palabra era un acto divino. Divino porque podía transportar un momento de vida a cierta hora, día, semana a…
Read MoreThe neighbours
I just tweeted that Sweden needs an “American Dream” of sorts. Something that says that you can make it here no matter where you come from. Not because everyone needs to make it but to make sure that there isn’t one race that feels that…
Read MoreThis sojourn
I guess I can call it a sojourn. My stay in this place of the world. But the more I think of it the more it seems I am not leaving. Where would I go? I am afraid of my economic situation and I ain’t getting younger. On the other hand I also feel…
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