RESEÑA SOBRE “EL ALTO”
Ni tan lejos ni tan cerca. “El Alto” me hace sentir como que aunque no estoy allá, nunca me fui. Un paseo astral por la media isla; un baño de pueblo. Me transporté, caminé por la República y por el...
Ni tan lejos ni tan cerca. “El Alto” me hace sentir como que aunque no estoy allá, nunca me fui. Un paseo astral por la media isla; un baño de pueblo. Me transporté, caminé por la República y por el...
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A six-year-old me played a game of “stay awake” against the car window while Mom drove me and my sister to school every morning. On Wednesdays, the West Farms train staircase looked like the stairs to reach a roller coaster....
Is this the face of a tongue? you Spanish? this pasty winter olive this summer hash brown the color of a language? you Spanish? do I have a tilde for a mustache, an accent for a brow, this head of...
Si me ven por ahí Con un cuaderno en la mano y un bolígrafo No piense que yo escribo. A veces me da por garabatear Símbolos que parecen palabras, Pero carecen de contenido. No, Yo no escribo. Más bien, creo...
You came here as a tourist And you fell in love with the flavor of frío frío de crema And the creatures you had only heard of but never seen There is history in all her corners She is composed...