English was my first love. To me, no greater of a comfort existed than The familiar syntax of my mother tongue. The rise and fall of a plot chart. The superfluous vocabulary; gaudy and outrageous. Something to be shown off, as a child does his shiny, new nickel. A writer’s creed is her words. Furthermore, … Sigue leyendo My Tre Amores
Categoría: Language
SOy De… /I am From
When my papa took me to get cheese and ice cream in Canada. Soy de salir a comer queso y helado con mi abuelo cuando fuimos a Canada para ver donde creció cuando yo era pequeña. When my sister and I would play in the pool as dolphins or mermaids. Soy de fingir a ser … Sigue leyendo SOy De… /I am From
Musical fluency
"Frank Ocean, Berlin 2", 2015 - Wolfgang Tilmans The definition of art What is art? Well, it can be just about anything. Art should not be something that can be defined by a simple sentence. Art is the creative expression of ideas, feelings, emotions, with a goal to evoke a response out of the viewer … Sigue leyendo Musical fluency
A Letter to Jeanine Cummins | Una Carta a Jeanine Cummins
Dear Jeanine Cummins, We hear occasional sarcastic comments about “the drug lords in Mexico,” or “all of the murders” in Colombia, and at first they were just that--sarcastic and insensitive comments. I was vaguely aware of the violence and terror rampant throughout Mexico and Central America, but blind to the reality of the migrants’ world--watching … Sigue leyendo A Letter to Jeanine Cummins | Una Carta a Jeanine Cummins
La primavera
El castillo de Cinderella florece con la juventud y la belleza alegre, como las flores frescas de la primavera. // Cinderella’s castle blooms with joyful youth and beauty, like the fresh flowers of spring.
Ode al Reloj/Ode to a Clock
Un reloj, Uno círculo, Dos manos, Doce horas, Sesenta minutos, La vida está cosida A cada tictac Nuestros horarios Son la infraestructura De números estructurados Cuenta cado momento Mientras nos guarda a todos en orden Aunque un reloj No nos guarda en el momento Sino trabaja para sacarnos de ellos Los momentos … Sigue leyendo Ode al Reloj/Ode to a Clock
Oda a una manopla perdida/Ode to a Lost Mitten
Oda a una manopla perdida ¿Cuántas semanas han pasado ya desde que comenzaste a agarrar el sol en la palma? Y ¿cuántas mañanas te has despertado cubierta por mil estrellas caídas? Y ¿cuántos nidos ahora adornas, un poco de lana robada, escondida entre los palitos? ¡O manopla perdida de febrero! te encontré, solita, entre el … Sigue leyendo Oda a una manopla perdida/Ode to a Lost Mitten
Cosas que traería con mi
Cosas que traería con mi si tuviera que salir de mi casa Things that I would bring with me (if i had to leave my home)
Letters About Literature
Dear Unknown Author, I love the poem Beowulf with the entirety of my heart. Two months ago, my eleventh grade English teacher introduced me to this fascinating story, and while I did not know it at the time, it has impacted me in a way that nothing else could. Every day after class, I felt … Sigue leyendo Letters About Literature
Mis Vacaciones de Abril en Fotos Temáticas
El Amor Lo Gracioso La Paz La Normal La Tortura