Category: Diary

June 19 / Diary

We all have those little parts of ourselves that we like to hide. It may be a middle name, the high school Prom photo, or that you failed the fifth grade. Margarita didn’t like me probably because is diminutive, and I wanted to be related with something strong, to have bigger hands to hold stronger, to be more “real”. Now I don’t care about diminutives, now I don’t wish that anymore. I see that is not the size of the hands, but its determination. Why do we need to be taken so seriously? Perhaps, deep down we want to be…

August 21 / Diary
I see a loose thread, and I take it. It’s my way to start weaving with words. So there is an opening. Did I tell you that sometimes I find myself suspended in an eternal continued moment? When rain drops fall on the roof and I must stay still, suspended, almost holding my breath while listening the knocking against the roof and watching the drops slowly wringing through the window. Yes, is in these small details where I live when a lot is the time in solitude and infinite the freedom. Great mysteries have occupied my mind these days. I've…
{Day 11 of 30} There are days like this one, when I said -I slept too much. I opened and closed my eyes in the morning ... feeling a sensation of have missed something that I do not know. It is winter. It rained all week, a thin, continuous pouring rain. But this feeling of sluggishness may not have to do with it... And on days like this when the direction of an internal map is missing (and yet does not mean being lost) that feeling instantly takes me by surprise.  As who inspects a foreign object for the first…
June 24 / Creative Challange
{Day 9 of 30} Since she arrived I've spending days in a  country with no name.  I was going to the library. I woke up late, I said to myself  I’ll get that book of Maori poetry today...  Checking my email -a message - "I'm in the library right now." I think I was going anyways,  and maybe I could had found her with her backpack waiting  -without knowing - for someone that was going to meet  her -without knowing-.  Do we would have recognized each other? I think so, because secretly we already knew our faces ... so that happen when you…
June 14 / Creative Challange
{Day 7 of 30} I write to W and suddenly my writing is in English in the first place (not Spanish) and as days written in bird´s sings cant be translated... This one will remind without translation. I The little boy, playing in bed / while his wounded mother cooks, is throwing little words and circles / out of the window. She smiles / (the whole world lights up) he chatters excitedly - What can he see? There's a monkey at the window - behind the door! But he is falling /into darkness. Cutting pieces of wood... this was not so useful so…
{Day 4 of 30} Farmer or sailor? Ocean or mountain? Stillness or movement? These days I've disappeared between hours in front of the river, walks senseless, cutting kiwis in the garden, or at the bottom of the hot tub to stop shaking… from the cold? It’s winter ... naked trees, fallen leaves, fires ... and smoke rising like clouds all over town. I feel my heart keeping warmth, pum pum pum. I went to the "club" to play bingo with Mr. Graham and his wife. - And ... do you have children? - Yes, one of 50 and another of…
May 25 / Diary
Desde la granja 25 de mayo - Registro importantísimo del día: Cayó el diluvio, llovió todo el día y la noche... los árboles se han quedado pelones y ¡no tengo que regar las plantas!. La Catherine habló dos veces, le dije gracias no quiero salir. Insiste en que vaya a tomar una taza de té. ¡Con esta lluvia ni pensarlo! dice era el aniversario de su boda, y el marido ya no está... pero cada quién le reza a sus muertos... y yo ni siquiera le rezo a los míos, que me perdonen pero yo los tengo bien enterrados. Que…
May 23 / Diary
*A couple of months in charge of a farm, one cat, cows, and 25 sheep... only important things are happening here... The tittle is the last thing to write. I think. The cat waiting in front of the window. Wooden smell. Noise of branches in the balcony. I have cold feet, calloused fingers over the strings and wooden smells, smells like wood. Today scattered sheep. Today the yellow tree was empty of leaves. Today hot teas, honey teas, milk teas, and moisten mornings teas. Today the sheep were scattered... 22.. 23.. 24.. and -almost- 25... one is missing the ear, because -almost-…