Boomerang
Este cuento pertenece al libro El país de las pesadillas (Santiago de Chile, 2024). — En todos los años que han pasado, ésta es la primera vez que cuento esta historia —me dijo, los ojos vidriosos clavados en el fondo casi vacío del vaso de whisky —. No es que quiera pasar por misterioso, hacerme…
i wish that i could tell you
i wish that i could tell you about the man i love he has eyes like the sky on a bright Sunday morning his smile is like fireflies and his laughter like fireworks and his hands were made to heal wounds and wreckages i wish that i could tell you about the man i love…
to come to terms with death
to come to terms with death you first must bargain, beg for every single memory not to be taken away, see them slip through your fingers like sand -that smell, that look, that noise, the softness of that touch- cling to them like they’re everything you have because they are, because you’re in a raft…
