I felt like an outsider, simultaneously seen by imaginary people behind any open window and ignored by those whose lives seemed at that moment so different from mine.
Change
But I woke up knowing that I still want this, that little by little I am understanding these moments of uncertainty as the moments for me to get out of my comfort zone and stop making excuses or placing the blame in someone else.
An olive branch for things left unsaid
This love-hate relationship with language has everything to do with the power of words. It lives inside our heads and promises to be tamed through patience, love, endurance, passion and sacrifice. Just a little control over it is enough to incite a strange impulse on me. I wish to convey my thoughts fully, and transmit the emotion inside of me with just the right phrase. No small thing left unsaid. I jump at the opportunity without being ready, and I usually drown, take people along to this weird dance of meaning.
El corazón de las comedias románticas
De dónde vienen, cuál es la fórmula, cómo han cambiado, los estereotipos que imperaron en los clásicos de las décadas pasadas y los obstáculos en la producción de este subgénero en el siglo 21.
Highway to somewhere
My father told me this morning that, after three months of fear-mongering speculation coming from all fronts, we find ourselves as confused as in the beginning of February. “Everyone has something to say, no one can really say what’s up, and everything we think we know has been put to the test”. This is uttered…… Continue reading Highway to somewhere
If everything goes right
My friend is planning to go to Canada with her husband and stay for three years or more. She is tiny, discrete, with a pale face and eyes like brown marbles, always open in a way that remind me of a frightened rabbit. But behind the first impression you can see a quick mind and…… Continue reading If everything goes right
To have a conversation
What is worth talking about? Is all we say important? I think everyone has heard the usual exhortation of Say whatever you want to say, you won’t have time once you kick the bucket. Dead man tells no tale, after all. But, the thing is, what do we want to say? The moment we open…… Continue reading To have a conversation
Before the oracle, with the flowers
Where July felt restless and exploitative, August so far has made itself felt with its small doses of cathartic releases throughout these days of diminishing heat. The heat is still there, though, in all manners of speech. There is no more scorching self-doubt, but rather an abundance of small fires kindling together a dark moor…… Continue reading Before the oracle, with the flowers
Como el sonido de la marea falsa
Pensó, “Ah, tal vez…” y se levantó convencida de la silla. Hacerlo pareció despertar a sus piernas de un letargo del que no se habían percatado. Se sintió cansada de repente, aunque los gritos en el exterior parecían irse acercando al edificio. Un mareo momentáneo la hizo recostarse de nuevo y cerrar los ojos. Al…… Continue reading Como el sonido de la marea falsa
Su serenidad es una paz ajena
Cuando la conocí le hice todo tipo de preguntas para el proyecto. Y ella me dijo que lo pensaría y que tendríamos pronto tiempo para vernos y terminarlo en la biblioteca. Me miró las manos cuando dijo pronto, el gesto me impactó por un instante y sentí que podría conocerla mejor si la invitaba un…… Continue reading Su serenidad es una paz ajena
