Stranded Cinderella

Originally posted in Spanish on our site Letras & Poesía I have strolled all those streets where you hugged me, looking in the corners for that joy I now think lost. I have walked through Madrid, asking around in the bars. I have poked around in the benches, in case I found us talking, and I…

Don’t let anybody tell you different .

I used to worship the way it smell. I looked at it and wonder how it wanted me to be. I went to an art exposition back when I was 14. I am 17 nowadays. “Her absence filled the world” William Kentridge Words that got stuck to my feelings and emotions. I somehow found a…

Untranslatable writings

After trying to post something soft and innocent, all of a sudden my fingers sort of started writing alone. Not joking: the words of Shakespeare’s language just came to me and started flowing like water. Have you ever thought that this story started long ago, busy with travelling, interpreting, contacting? Later, translation played an important…

“I as a human being”

I took pride in my solitude, that provoked myself, sadness and desesperation. I gave away my…

The Static

For the past two semesters I realized that most of my unhappiness comes from lack of excitement. I constantly feel like there’s something a lot more interesting that’s supposed to happen, like in the movies. Maybe it’s my fault for fantasizing too much and for hoping too much, but let me tell you that there’s…

Human Black-hole

I have so much in me that is invisible to this world. I may look dark, hollow, filled with nothing, feeling nothing. I may look meaningless and at times – empty. A non-entity or merely a theory. But… I am much more, much more than all the words ever existing can describe. I hold never-ending…

Loads

Decisions weigh heavily and you must learn to carry them, to avoid becoming a mere carriage loaded with all the things you could have been and never…

Light

Maybe this sky i used to stare up for hours doesn’t even exist anymore and those stars dust within my lungs never touched the moon. Yet sometimes when the memories are heavier than the air coming out of my soul, that light coming across the cracks of my room seems to me real than anything….

What it did to me

The scent we hold with both hands, pages full of possibilities, yet so much impossibilities at the same time, the thought of having so much to lose. thoughts that…