Es con nostalgia que recuerdo mis estancia en St. John’s y en Santa Fe. Recuerdo el iridiscente marrón de sus edificios, el fresco del atardecer veranal. También, la dulce lluvia intoxicada de calor y odorífera de lavanda mitigada por el incomparable olor de la tierra humeda. Y todo esto bajo el manto de un sol…

No Internet access at home for the time being. I doubt I’ll pay again the £5 fee to use the hotspot at the nearby Starbucks for an hour; it’s simply not worth it.

I have the image of Proust-qua-narrator ascending the wonderful path that leads to la Raspelière, together with some of the faithful — i.e., Mme Verdurin’s chronies. The air redolent of salt and sand whafs and in the distance, as if in the periphery of a human affected reality, the undulating ocean. I hear the prattle,…

El último post carece de una coclusión; termina abruptamente. Y de misma forma la fuente e inspiración — en sentido pasado. Es una simple observación y aunque tenía la intención de borrarlo, he decidido manetenerlo como marcador cronológico. Tras una frase entera, se esconde una historia humana completa y trágica. Alguien me ha dicho que…

Ireland is fast-awakening from the penetrating and invernal darkness that has held this wind-swept land under its tyranny. The days — some — already betray what is in store: never-ending days of sunshine punctuated by random rain storms. But best of all, copious amounts of natural light. The rays of light shall invest every nook…

I left my soul at an expansive place, concealed in the thick-red blood that spilled forth from my nose one early morning and unto the white frothy snow strewn over the rich brown earth. Summer days are also beautiful, especially when monsoon rains mix this same earth with lavendar; a mixture that affects the most…

He escrito un poema prosaico, inspirado en ti. Pudo haber sido un capitulo de la historia que es mi vida. Claro que sí. Pero prefiero conservarte en mi, intoxicarme con este recuerdo. El poema: En tus ojos la huella de mi imperfección.

The media informs us that the racism against Muslims in Europe — both native and foreign — lies in their being Muslim. However I refuse to set any store by this superficial diagnosis. The real reason is racial: Europeans do not dark skinned people. It is a coincidence that most of them happen to be…

The site will probably go offline and with it, yet again, a part of my life will be forever lost. Why? I haven’t paid my hosting nor have I the money to do so. But this site shall return once I have the money. Hopefully by then I’ll have something to say — something unique.…