…se definen por la bomba y la plena, se marcan en las faldas de las jóvenes danzantes al son de la pandereta y el timbal. Los cueros nos hacen mover y con sus rítmos pintan sonrisas. El sónido que nos marca piel adentro, que se impregna en la cultura, que nos hace únicos en el hemisferio.… Continue reading Los colores de mi tierra…
Category: de la vida
Looking inside my manhole
What would my manhole look like? Would it be surrounded by concrete or green soft grass? Would it be rusty, deep black or gray? Is it small or big, round or square? But what’s inside my manhole? What am I hiding underneath it? There are so many questions for something so simple. The… Continue reading Looking inside my manhole
In the air…
The story I am writing exists, written in absolutely perfect fashion, some place, in the air. All I must do is find it, and copy it. Jules Renard, “Diary,” February 1895 This is how I am, constantly searching between the breezes the words that linger near. So don’t confuse me with an absent minded person… Continue reading In the air…
You must stay drunk…
“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. ~Ray Bradbury” (quote from Quote Garden). A few days back a good friend, whom I respect and sharish her opinion, wrote to me to not forget to come back to reality know and then. As a fiction writer my head is always returning to… Continue reading You must stay drunk…
La fruta del campo
El comer pomarrosa me transporta a mis días juveniles en el pueblo de las flores, Aibonito. Cuando antes de jugar en el campo saqueábamos, mi hermano y yo, el palo de yambo que estaba al final de la jalda cementada que servía de entrada a la finca de mamá Duve. Seseábamos el deseo que se… Continue reading La fruta del campo
Almost a month
And I’m still on the writing journey; it has been a great one trying to put together the ideas and the outline of a story that is very complicated, but exciting. At least ten chapters of this book have been put to rest and I struggle with the last ones. One by one pushing myself… Continue reading Almost a month
La Plaza article for Pa’lante Latino by yours truly
Dear friends, be sure to stop by Pa’lante Latino to read an aritcle by yours truly titled “La Plaza.” (click on the word to read the article). Hope you enjoy it and be sure to leave some comment love for our friends of Pa’lante Latino and don’t forget to browse through their other posts, you’ll may find… Continue reading La Plaza article for Pa’lante Latino by yours truly
The denied goodbyes
ON the eve of a special person’s birthday, I remember what has been denied by the Lords of Time. This is something I don’t experience alone, for many have pass through it too. A final goodbye is considered as a way of healing and a chance to move forward without regrets. In this lifetime of… Continue reading The denied goodbyes
Lo que haces
English version below! Lo que haces, es un poema inspirado en un suceso que ocurrió de improviso y me lanzó a expresarme en versos para sacar de adentro lo que sentía. Palabras mudas que no podían ser habladas en aquel instante, pero que me atrevo a dar a conocer ahora. Es tan solo un desahogo… Continue reading Lo que haces
The end marks the beginning… / El final marca el comienzo…
Versión en español abajo …a common knowledge amongst humans. The fall of a kingdom was the rise of another; a dead king is replaced by other; at the last second when a year dies, the first of another passes like the blink of an eye without us even noticing it. On those first seconds of… Continue reading The end marks the beginning… / El final marca el comienzo…