El oído de Dios

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

Melba, the weaver

Melba became a pampered toddler; mothered by plenty, mothered by none

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

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.