Volaverunt blogBorn in Buenos Aires, a teenager in Madrid, an adult in Victoria, BC - what a mess!
The discarded oak leaves shone as autumn’s fruits in the evergreen bush. The rain pointed the way home and we followed, me on one end of the leash, and Bobo on the other. Sometimes I lead, sometimes I didn’t – but I never was the master. The morning sun was sleeping in beneath an army […]
It’s about what you do, but also what you don’t.
It’s about what you touch, what you smell, what you linger on.
They were the last people in the earth
He found her in a cave ten days after the world ended
She was just a child and he watch her grow
Translated by my dear, dear Ania – thanks!!! May someone forgive the soldier who followed orders with his eyes closed. May someone forgive the General, the Coronel, the Admiral, the Lieutenant Captain. May someone forgive the man Who sat at his table each night, after paying with his obedience for his parcel of daily power. […]
Or The Alienation of Our Mourning There is a lie, a deceit perpetrated on our minds by our culture of visual images; of movies and TV as narrators of our reality, which affects our expectations about loving, relating to each other, working together and even, finally, even grieving. The paradigm of our modern and stylized […]