Reconciliación Histórica

Reconciliación Histórica

La América Latina bien podría dibujarse en la imaginación como un mosaico de variados contrastes; lo complejo de su diversidad cultural (con todos sus componentes) es innegable y ejemplifica a la perfección lo convulsionado de su historia. Y dadas las confusas perspectivas para el futuro europeo —resultado principalmente de la migración—, América bien podría llegar [...]

Publicación – Revista Extrañas Noches

Publicación – Revista Extrañas Noches

La revista Extrañas Noches publica mi texto "Dueño soy de mis pestañas", aquí abajo les comparto el enlace y de antemano... gracias por leer. https://www.revistaextranasnoches.com/single-post/2020/06/15/Due%C3%B1o-soy-de-mis-pesta%C3%B1as  

Crónicas del Banco de México, Archivo: Cancún — Mauro Barea

A propósito del 50 aniversario de la fundación de la ciudad de Cancún, les comparto un texto que tuve a bien disfrutar a través del blog del escritor cancunense Mauro Barea. Un relato fantástico sobre el Cancún prístino y salvaje que muy pocos conocieron, antesala de la ciudad símbolo del progreso y crecimiento turístico latinoamericano... [...]

Seattle in Flames

Seattle in Flames

  Voracious the city feeds, it grows with its concrete arms squashing primordial virtue, creating ecosystems of opulence, of fantasy, of misery, of utopia versus reality. The city keeps growing incessant, cold, humid, impatient with its steel, long-necked beasts devouring forests, lakes history, martyrs stories and memories, washing away faults and fortunes, creating magnificent infrastructure [...]

My Body of Water

My body of water Evaporates in the breeze Condenses, accumulates Falls from the sky in little tears. Runs free through the rivers Waterfalls and rapids Sleeps among the lakes And plays in hot springs. Weary of its travels now Impatient in the low lands It slips out discreetly To sleep in calmer waters. Translated by... Martin [...]

I Am My Own Labyrinth

Brown my landscapes were conceived, and haughty my hillsides rose up, Castilian my ideas suddenly flowed and my hairs were a thousand serpents. I was borne out of the ancient bonfires of my demons without the weighty vesture of my body, then covered in alabaster was my system, in cosmic dust my core, in marble [...]

My Roots…

...Grow slowly and slowly they spread, infinite and, timid, they feed but do not cease, they devour everything and everything is never enough, they want more. From my mouth they flow sonorous, they change everything like prose gilded in glinting letters, but pay them no mind… run! hide! they lie, a structureless world cannot be [...]

Before the First Kiss

For me… for me speaks my voice, my nervous fingers, my short memory that needs to think more than once about how to describe this feeling to you, what is and what you cannot understand, that which escapes from my sad eyes in its frustrated attempt at being, even if just for a moment, understood. [...]

My Harvest Moons

Sometimes, my eyes become huge like two moons and want to absorb everything, and everything seems to fit inside them. Their lashes scrape against the wind with every blink and my eyebrows raise disdainfully like the legs of a ballerina, my nose wrinkles up mystically, the volcanoes beneath my cheekbones explode and I bite my [...]