Mirar el río hasta devenir río
¿Acaso no estamos hechos de agua?
Relevos
Hoy vi a la viejita que llevo adentro
Determinada, atrevida se asomó sin escrúpulos
Déjame decírtelo en vida
Yo, potra zaina, tan amante de mi libertad como del encierro de tu abrazo
Corrientes subcutáneas
Con cada inhalación me vuelvo más agua, menos carne, menos hueso
I’ll explain when you’re old enough to understand
“We will witness the arrival of modernity,” my father said as we left the house.
My sister’s name is Complicity
When I’m by her side, I slip back into my 7-year old me
Melba, the weaver
Melba became a pampered toddler; mothered by plenty, mothered by none
Superé la depresión; esto fue lo que me ayudó a mí
Sufrí de depresión por más de un año y me recuperé completamente. Estas son algunas de las cosas que hice que me ayudaron; tal vez algunas de ellas le sean útiles a otros, por eso las comparto:
Cocofina of the World
I remember Cocofina of the world
Her back turned to the bedroom’s window
Eyes shut, chin up, taking deep breaths
In quarantine, Switzerland bans sale of toys
“Why are toys forbidden, mom?” I hear a child ask in the supermarket.
I overcame depression; this is what worked for me
I suffered from depression for over a year and fully recovered. Here are some of the things I did that helped me; perhaps some of them will be useful to you:
Should we entertain the incarcerated?
A good film can help us reclaim our capacity to distinguish between good and evil and act upon this distinction.
We, the privileged
Inequality in the time of quarantine, some thoughts and a call for solidarity
I saw a man peacefully take his life
It’s been more than two years. I will never know what made him take the decision he took. Some say that suicide is never a decision, but rather an act of despair.
My MD’s wandering hands
In slow motion, he placed his hands on my breasts, cupping a breast in each hand. His gesture lasted only a few seconds. I froze. Or rather, I became a fly settling on my left shoulder, petrified, void, and breathless.
