By Juan David Cruz Duarte
One afternoon, darker than the others, as she read a novel she had just bought at a bookstore downtown, another violent storm broke out over the city. After the shipwreck, stormy afternoons would make her cry in silence.
Category Archive: Lyrics
Serial: Chapter 1
Eat more protein, fewer carbs, and more fiber. Cut out all sugar and alcohol, drink two liters of water, and get at least seven hours of sleep a day. At least I was trying…
A Tanka
I'm writing a tanka
Recalling the past
And your smile,
He leaves in the summer
And your memory dies.
VHS
I’m hopelessly nostalgic. I’m a bit like the guy in the joke who walks into a café and approaches a group of people sitting at a table. The man asks them, somewhat shyly, “Excuse me, is this the Nostalgic Club?”
TUYA
Fui tuya…
sin amaneceres, mares o riachuelos,
que combinaran con el cielo.
Fui tuya…
Grandma's Stories: Mishaps
No one knows what my dad died of, or if he actually died when they say he did; all I remember is that sometime around 1932, he went to Pachuca one day to sell guitars and never came back.