El baile de la liberación

Con tus ojitos achinados, mujer divina, acaricias el mundo. ¿Qué necesitas luz, dices? Sin ti, la oscuridad. Tú eres los rayos que iluminan el alma y que me toman del brazo para ayudarme a cruzar la calle empedrada. Calma, repites. Te oigo, calma. Tu mirada centra el camino a seguir. Y no te equivocas. ¿Cuántos muros no has derribado? ¿Quién dijo miedo?

Tus manos, ayer suavecitas como las nubes y ágiles como un tigre, hoy huesudas y lentas me despiertan ternura. Nudillos desgastados: los años de tu arduo trabajo. Tu sacrificio para mostrar orgullosa. Nada te lo han regalado. Ni siquiera el amor. Nada lo has robado. Ni una miga de pan. Todo te lo has ganado con esfuerzo y dedicación. Todo, doctora, todito lo que tienes y eres. ¿Tú, cruzada de brazos? Jamás. Tú, el capitán del barco que no atraca por siempre jamás. Continua a leggere

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Grüezi Diego und Nicole!

It is snowing, but it is not winter. It is summer in my heart. Today is April 26: a memorable day. It started at 7:06 when I turned my alarm off and decided to ignore it; it was raining earlier today, and my bed was as warm as a bun fresh from the oven. Cozy.

I didn’t rush. I took the usual bus and hopped on the usual train for work. Always on time, public transportation here is super. And oh the lake! Everyday, I go across the Zürisee on tram number 5. Typical Swiss tile roofs complete the panorama my eyes caress. Continua a leggere

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Life is like a caja de chocolates

El domingo es el día del baño, y la Tita como siempre sale calladita, cabizbaja y con los brazos cruzados apoyados al pecho, inertes. Su pelo negro suelto, liso y largo hasta la cintura parece una capa volante. No es al Lago donde va; se acerca hasta la gran pila del patio de la casa comunal donde vive. Observa el agua que danza con el viento y los peces anaranjados que nadan asustados en el fondo. Tienen frío como yo, piensa. Descubriendo su piel de niña de color cobrizo, se quita su güipil y su corte; los dobla con delicadeza y los apoya en la tierra negra y fértil de su pueblo. Mira su propio reflejo en el agua: sus grandes ojos negros rasgados, su nariz ancha, sus labios gruesos, su rostro plano y redondo. Observa como se distorsiona cuando llena el primer guacal. Continua a leggere

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Tornare a casa

Lago de Atitlán

Lago de Atitlán

Sono passati più di due anni dall’ultima volta in cui sono stata a casa mia. Non casa a Milano dove vivo da oltre 7 anni, ma parlo di casa-casa, dove c’è mamma e papà e tutto ciò che mi rappresenta; quel pezzetto di terra che noi locali chiamiamo el país de la eterna primavera, che anziché essere punto di riferimento è un punto di domanda sulla cartina, in quanto conosciuto solo allo straniero un po’ hippie e tanto avventuroso: Guatemala, il mio Paese natale. Continua a leggere

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Body cream

She had said she did not smoke because an innocent cigarette at dawn did not really count. Plus she had started to do it only after the ‘thing’ had happened. Early in the morning she would go out to the balcony of her tiny apartment wearing nothing but a thin robe. The air would crash into her moisturized skin and make her hair blow graciously, and in the midst of her thoughts she would smoke one, just one. Dew would condense in her lungs and she would breath out her guilt. It gave her time to think. The smoke would veil her sight, and at the end, watching the burning butt fall four stories down to the ground helped. Was it still burning when it hit the street below? Could it do anything else but fall down? Could anything that’s not standing simply not stand or could it pretend to be standing? She knew building castles in the air was leading her nowhere, yet her mind couldn’t stop piling up the bricks to build them.  Continua a leggere

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Despertarse

De lejos la calle parecía común y corriente. Los mismos carros de todos los días pasaban desapercibidos y la gente en las banquetas igual. Algunos pasaban con prisa moviendo los brazos y las piernas de manera totalmente antinatural; otros con calma observaban las vitrinas de los negocios que aún no abrían. Era temprano. El sol acaba de levantarse y las nubes empezaban a espantar las pocas estrellas que sedientas de luz no se habían marchado con la noche. Continua a leggere

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Tokyo, the city of cities – Part VI

Clean, orderly, and civilized like Switzerland. Vast, colorful, and lively like New York City. Filled with history, traditions, and great food like Italy. The perfect blend, Tokyo is intense. Each district or ‘special ward’ has so much to offer one would need to spend weeks in each one in order to experience it all. Tokyo is not just another ‘cool’ city; it is the city, and the most interesting, intriguing and stupefying I have ever visited in my life, not to mention my favorite.

Tokyo

View of Tokyo with Mount Fuji in the back

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