She was a Scandinavian. Well, she didn’t look like the picture I had in my head of one. Born and raised in Denmark, Chilean dad and Danish mom. She looked Chilean, but acted and thought as just another viking. We met at this house party. Within 10 minutes we talked, laughed and danced salsa. That…
Read moreSoltería 101 – Capítulo 17 – Olvido
Estaba bien. Bueno, en verdad, no tanto. Miles de dudas invadían mi cabeza, pero eran más bien problemas existenciales: qué soy, quién soy, adónde voy. Crisis de los 30. Pero, finalmente, no era ella. Entonces volvió a mi cabeza. Durante las tres últimas semanas de Noviembre no abandonaba mi mente. Simplemente no podía dejar de…
Read moreSex/Life 14
I tried to fuck my way out of pain, but it was worse than fighting to get out of quicksand. I got deeper in suffering and despair the more I fucked around, so I quited sex. It wasn’t helping to cure my broken heart; in fact, the more I did it, the more I thought…
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Her voice was low, like a whisper. “I think I love you” she said, staring at me. I stayed silent for a few seconds, looking into her eyes. She has been a bitch to me ever since I met her, every time she wasn’t around or when she was with me in public. But she…
Read moreYo morí en San Pedro.
Sentado en mi cama, de regreso en Santiago, contemplo como mi vida anterior termina de caerse a pedazos. San Pedro de Atacama cambió mi existencia para siempre. A todo el mundo le conté acerca del viaje que iba a emprender. Cuando me preguntaban cuál era mi motivación, yo les respondía: “voy a morir al desierto.”…
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