I think she said she loved meOnce.It must have been long agoIn a dreamIn the lyrics of a hopeful song:If Destroyed Still True.TodayI found her doodle in a notebook page.Next to her photos.I almost didn’t rememberOr recognise her.I wonder what happenedTo the smile I gave her.What crimes I committed since,What destruction of me will be… Continue reading I.D.S.T.
Category: Writings
To Mars and Back
Today she told me she loved me To Mars and back, The moon far too close to be sufficient. I remember her little crinkled nose Which she insists is nothing Like Mamá’s And her cottoned cries Made of cats and sheep Far away in a hospital room But close enough to know They were hers,… Continue reading To Mars and Back
Butterflies 🦋
🦋 I have again butterflies, tickles inside of me, a “looking forward to” heart. I have on my skin the hope of knowing that the endings, even if abrupt, are required. I will never be the same, but I learned that whoever loves you well, exists. And who does not, does not matter. That what… Continue reading Butterflies 🦋
The panther who came for dinner
Some mornings I wake up before dawn and under my bed lives a dark panther of imposible size. The wild fangs, the burning eyes. She is never going to leave me in peace, motor growling softly with everything that is evil. The opposite of love is not hate, It’s the emptiness you leave. The kisses… Continue reading The panther who came for dinner
Promise to the girl I was
One day very soon you will no longer be the slivers of other people’s dreams, footsteps on the wet sand. I promise you this. You, will be. Oh, your adventures! Colossus of Rhodes with one foot firm on land and the other sea spray on tippy toes. You will come to the rebel cliffs, whipped… Continue reading Promise to the girl I was
Al morir la promesa, nada sigue.
When promises die, the nothingness dies in your lips. Brave is such a five letter word. Tears do not feel enough. And tomorrow, at first light, we will remember again why we fought and capture it in a golden little box of pain, but for barely ten seconds before waking. I should live those ten… Continue reading Al morir la promesa, nada sigue.
My beautiful Gail (Rookie Blue Golly Fanfic)
Post 5×07 episode (Holly’s voice) It was my fault. I knew I should have sent someone else to deliver the thumb. I tried for so many weeks to stay away and not think of her, not remember the lines of her lips, the promise of her eyes. I gave up on us. She wouldn’t reply… Continue reading My beautiful Gail (Rookie Blue Golly Fanfic)
Fortress
I fell in love with the unattainable fortress, fires inside that I could only spy from afar. I gave my heart away, carelessly, in exchange for NOTHINGness. I kept forever the secret, and you kept it too. And when I tried to pull back, from the brink of you, Sargasso sea, harshness and marble, you… Continue reading Fortress
Strong, like an Amazon
My child lives in the city of the pointy and perfect roofs, witches’ hats, curvilinear, where the rain navigates through. In the flat roofs island, the dry ravines of the eternal summer always end in the sea. One day they will come, violent, the ravine will run and will take with it the absences, the… Continue reading Strong, like an Amazon