Her

There she was waiting. I could see in her profile that she was shy. Once we started talking I could see in her a wise but fragile soul, as she had survived not one but many battles, cried defeats and survived ignominy. She smiled and laughed at my poor attempts at humor. But her laughter,…

With love

Walking along the gray streets, sometimes, I wonder how I survived all this time without you. You said goodbye one morning, and although it was not up to you to stay, or to leave. The fact is that you left, and your farewell changed my life. For better or worse nothing was the same. I…

What matters

Gabriel Garcia Marquez once said that “what matters in life is not what happened to you but what we remember and how we remember it, in order to retell it.” We all have happy memories that bring smiles to our faces, those memories like clear water that the sun kisses while saying goodbye in warm…

Columbus: It’s America silly billy

  I truly don’t understand what is all this fuzz around Columbus day, seriously, I don’t understand it myself. I am latinoamerican, and I can’t understand how can we celebrate a man who thought had arrived in India.  India..!! I mean, I love India but come on..! India is on the other side of the…

Quechua: The bleeding wound

  One of the biggest regrets of my life, if I had any, is not being able to learn Quechua while I was growing up. I was not taught Quechua, either at home or school. And living in the city made learning it, or even knowing about it, harder than it should have been.  I…

The girl from Ipanema: walking down the street

    A summer day I was walking down the street when I saw her. A woman so beautiful that could stand traffic, and yet so unaware of it (her beauty) and the effects she was causing on people.  She was walking blindly to the desire looks she received from men, and the hateful looks…