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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.


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.

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

Before the oracle, with the flowers

Photography: Cody Chan, Unsplash

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

Photo: Nastuh Abootalebi

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