You were cold
I blamed you
You were dead
I blamed me
You looked mute
I felt deaf
I blamed her
Or was I deaf?
You were gone
No one to blame
I was alone
With you still there.
I went back home
And you looked
The other way.
You were cold
I blamed you
You were dead
I blamed me
You looked mute
I felt deaf
I blamed her
Or was I deaf?
You were gone
No one to blame
I was alone
With you still there.
I went back home
And you looked
The other way.
My friend César sends me a chain of poems: OK. I chose one that his gorgeous wife discovered for me: Body, remember, by Kavafis. Today, with a hat-tip to Kirie Yanis Varoufakis. Σώμα, θυμήσου όχι…
A poem by Begoña Martínez. Am I a cat? / I bask in the sun, / I lay in your lap, / I find my own way, / I don’t like other cats.
César me manda una cadena de poemas: vale. Elijo uno que me descubrió su bella esposa María: Recuerda, cuerpo, de Kavafis. Hoy dedicado a Kirie Yanis Varoufakis. Σώμα, θυμήσου όχι μόνο το πόσο αγαπήθηκες, όχι…
I saw the doors closing behind me: military green, school green, hospital green doors. My two friends stayed behind, smiling and wishing me good luck. If you had told me I’d never see the girl again, I wouldn’t have believed you.
Update in 2025: First, I would like to express my solidarity to the Gaiman victims. I still don’t know what to feel about this piece of writing. I guess that it is one of those…
Somebody makes a pseudo-stupid joke at my son Quique in the street —something I’ll never understand. Pablo looks at me with his best “what the hell just happened, did you get it?” and our telepathy…