It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes… Continue reading It is necessary to write… / Es necesario escribir…
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de la inspiración a las letras
It’s #WW!!! R U ready?
Over at a land not far away from here, just a click, is Twitter Country. There on a sunny Wednesday, at least here in Puerto Rico is sunny for now, tweets are filling up the air with #WW (Writers Wednesday) tags. The twitterians are sharing their songs with their followers, spreading the love for those… Continue reading It’s #WW!!! R U ready?
A place I’ll like to visit
Of all the places I would like to be, immerse myself in them, take the time to connect and feel the atmosphere, be SEDUCED… I will like to visit a place of nothingness, which holds the heart of some, is mysterious (well, at least that is what is called by some), and solitude is a… Continue reading A place I’ll like to visit
From a doctor to a character developer
Once upon a time I wanted to be a doctor, a cardiologist if you want to get more specific. The path took me to get my Bachelor Degree in Natural Sciences with the vision on mind of wearing one day the white coat with my name on it preceded by DR. Yep! That was the… Continue reading From a doctor to a character developer
A quote from Samuel Butler
“Books want to be born: I never make them. They come to me and insist on being written, and on being such and such. ~Samuel Butler“ Quote taken from The Quote Garden This are the words that best explain my thoughts on writing a story or book. Samuel Butler hit the head of the nail… Continue reading A quote from Samuel Butler
NO photos allowed in Old San Juan
On 28 of April a local newspaper, El Nuevo Día, released an article title “Forbidden to take photos in San Juan (Prohíben tomar fotos en San Juan)”. I was sick to my stomach when I read that if you own a professional camera with high tech lenses and tripod you need a permission form to… Continue reading NO photos allowed in Old San Juan
Mapping and Traditions
What have I been up to? The title says it all. I have been mapping and enforcing my traditions and believes. Lent has come to an end this year, my silence during these past weeks had to do with it and the Holy Week just pasted, and writing my book. My mother was raised her… Continue reading Mapping and Traditions
Los colores de mi tierra…
…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…
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…