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Missing the Living
It feels like an echo in an empty house. Sometimes, in the morning, you forget the wall exists and think about telling them something small, a minor detail of the day, until the weight of emptiness stops your hand.
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Specters
I am the host of an eternal procession, condemned to walk among the ruins of my own deeds, while the wind outside howls at me and marks me with a sorrowful sentence.
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After isolation comes disaster
We live in depressed cities that no longer know why. Isolation is over, but we wear our faces destroyed. We can't even look each other in the eye. We became like Charlie Kaufman's characters: immersed in loneliness. For many, this year is a first cousin of 1968, again with the fists...
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A window to the past
My neighbor Mari Carmen is synonymous with Mexican effort: she gets up early every day to walk the streets and sell vegetables. When she passes by Tlatelolco she stops to cry, it is like opening a window to the past and reliving 1968. The student massacre took away her first love. Yesterday a drone spied on us through the window and...
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For Charlie Kaufman
Dear friend, I'm not sad, I just have a lump in my throat coming out of my pocket. I would like to tell you all this in person, but you see, they don't accept visitors at the asylum. I'd like to relive that day when a drone spied on us through the window and I threw radishes at it so it would crash. Thanks to...
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Dear Clementine
Do you know why Charlie Kaufman and I are so similar? The answer is simple: because we have the same fears. Sinister fears of getting sick, losing family, having that stupid feeling that you haven't accomplished goals, getting old, and fear of dying. But to my personal list, I add that pathetic corny “fear of losing you”....
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C H A R L I È
I don't know if loving is more or less this anymore. I didn't see anything coming. I remember those wonderful days I spent with Charliè. She showed up just when I needed to feel alive. Everything seemed to feel right every time I looked into her honey-colored eyes. The whole school revolved in her orbit. Everything was Charliè. The hours of...
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You looked so happy
“One day you told me that feelings pass like a Saturday passes. But you were never Saturday” I write this in the same place where I saw you pass by for the last time in your super Tesla Roadster, you looked so happy while I felt an emptiness the size of the Mediterranean Sea. The truth is, no one knew....
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I like the things you hate
You think time stands still as you reflect in the window of a bar. Maybe you regret something you no longer have. You think you're different, that you have something unseen, something no one sees; basically you feel super special. I know you don't care, but I like the things that...
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Amusement park
Here everything is so ephemeral, like the stories of a woman who betrays her husband. Everyone is looking to feel like an asshole when love comes and goes. So far you understand when I say that we need to find another place, where we can neither sleep nor die; take an astral trip and find out to what extent we can...
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Thief wanted
I left the door of my house open, hoping that a thief would come in and steal your candies, our photographs, your morning playlist, your design sketches, your favorite perfume, your universal history books, your list of countries to know, your retro wave movies, your blue hairbrush, your “baby” pajamas,....
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Which love do you wish to have?
There are loves that leave marks and damages. Loves that last a couple of weeks and others that barely survive a couple of years. There are skinny and abstract loves. Serene and wrinkled loves. Guilt-ridden loves, so full of bitterness. There are firm and brave loves. Loves that stain the days with black clouds. Loves...
