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Otra vez la vi, la chica de los dibujos en la iglesia. Puede que tenga unos 13 a 15 años, pero ¿quién sabe? La gente me dice que parezco que tengo menos edad. Su familia estaba allí, abuelo, abuela y su mamá. Edades, generaciones distintas. De momento cerraba la libreta y atendía lo que decía… Continue reading La chica de los dibujos

Just for a little while, I want to spend some time with my sister and my nieces. To look and see them in a new place. To live some new moments that will soon pass, washed away by time unforgiving. But we’re all just passing through on our way to somewhere or nowhere… Here, just… Continue reading just for a LITTLE while

I’m immersed in what is supposed to be a happy moment. My aunty turning 78 tomorrow, but I’m celebrating it today because I work the next day. Ephemeral, but I try to soak in the moment as something positive, but even as I sit next to her listening to the waitresses singing Happy Birthday to… Continue reading the Sadness of Happy times

Como han pasado los años… Las casas son Hogares que guardan recuerdos, lagrimas, secretos, alegrías, tristezas… Caminé por cada habitación una última vez para observarlas y recordar. Me quedé parado un ratito más largo en un espacio del hogar, el que más uso le daba por las mañanas y por las tardes donde muchas veces… Continue reading Como han pasado los años

En Corozal andando por un bosque fangoso, Un monumental Ceiba, una Catedral del bambú, Un Viaje lejos en ayuna. Nos desviamos en Villas La Palma, buscando una tía que por años no la visitaba. “¿Te acuerdas de mi?” “Mi niña, ¡que gusto verte!” Yo la conozco por primera vez, Gloria, sonríe muy profundo, especialmente en… Continue reading una Generación

Going down the stairs now, Bukowski in my hand, taking him to my library. It’s bittersweet finishing reading his verse. I want to read some more. It’s the first whole book of poetry I’ve read, and it was great. So, real, unadorned. I place him on top of Today’s Best Nonfiction and Tolkien’s Unfinished Tales.… Continue reading So, real, unadorned

Everyone alive today was young once, they had some dreams and excitement to look forward to, and the promise of an afterlife. But the world feels pretty hopeless now, a general sense of nihilism pervades. Some philosophers talk about or say that just because life has no ultimate meaning, it’s not a bad thing because… Continue reading Young Once

At the end of the day, I’m heading up the stairs, stop halfway, gaze at my mother and aunt watching Turkish soap operas again. Maybe I should sit and watch them with them. To be with them, spend time with them. One day they won’t be there anymore, and I’ll be sad. Life is hard… Continue reading Nothing is forever

I wonder how old is that beautiful girl staring back at me as I wait in the parking lot. She’s on the me salvé! propaganda wearing a grey t-shirt and ripped jeans. Her smile is lovely. A lady pulls up next to me, complaining about cramping up on the regular. “Lack of potassium, lack of… Continue reading Again and Again

I’m walking again, same old road, Realizing my life ain’t unique or special Nor my experiences. The older folk round here Have already done and seen Many of the things I am now, just as people in the future will be walking in my shoes. “Things take on a repeat,” no better way to sum… Continue reading Nothing New Under the Sun