I swallowed my tears in the supermarket. It’s “Taco Friday,” a Norwegian tradition we adopted when we moved to Denmark. Every time I put a new ingredient in my basket, I could see Her face, taking a big bite off a taco.And Her smile. And that warm feeling in my chest, now getting cold and…
Read moreEl obligatorio posteo en español del último día de 2015
Hace un par de años, en esta fecha, escribí un post sobre lo difícil que había sido 2013. Porque, claro, pasé por una terrible crisis económica, me enamoré y me rompieron el corazón y, para rematar, me saqué la mierda en el desierto y terminé el año encerrado en mi casa sin poder caminar. Una…
Read moreGrowing up
Surrounded by thousands of doors I don’t know if I’m in or out trapped or free -and free for what? For what? Walking towards the unknown tracks, left behind can’t erase them won’t go back Cannot go back Growing up is a painful matter as it’s everything in life I’m getting old and shattered while…
Read moreNo Christmas for me, please
“I’m not celebrating Christmas.” When I say this to people, they all freak out. “WHAT?!” they go, unable to fit in their heads the idea of someone not doing anything special for such a crucial occasion. “It’s no big deal” I say to them, “It’s not that important back in Chile.” I am of course…
Read moreThe guards didn’t let me in to your fucking birthday party in the snobby club, my fake friend
A grown man crying walking back home on a Saturday night hitting the wall of loneliness of indifference of heartbreak One Two Three or four beers too many All those happy faces All that drive to fuck and have a good time A joy denied to him The weeping loner November two thousand and thirteen…
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