Month: February 2016

  • Back to Bolivia

    Back to Bolivia

    A few months later, due to various commitments involving the project, I left Bolivia, and I briefly went back to Bogotá. Though I tried as hard as possible; I never found a clue leading me back to Amelia. She had vanished without leaving any mark of her passage. I travelled overland, back to Bolivia. In…

  • Trail of the poets

    Trail of the poets

    The beautiful forest of Chapultepec  is found in Mexico City.  It holds a protected area of the forest, a lake and diverse recreational and cultural  sites. Below the gentle shade of its trees, there is a trail to enjoy a walk inside the forest. There, you’ll find the fragments of poems from different Mexican Poets… The Trail of the Poets.   Were do I come from,…

  • What could have been

    What could have been

      My life now belonged to a continuous battle in the Bolivian Amazon Region, where I would remain for several years as part of that project in those far away zones in the jungle.   My job offered me the opportunity to fight against my openly declared enemies and snatch away and their chances at…

  • Amelia

    Amelia

      I decided not to return to Bogotá inasmuch as possible, at least, for a very long time.      The streets reminded of Amelia. She was projected into the music of its bars; singing and acting out, with her unique style, as if she were the performing star. The aromas in the streets, they made…

  • Inside and out of Chapultepec

    Inside and out of Chapultepec

    Inside de forest, the path of the poets, offers the landscapes of the poetical thinking of Mexicans who wrote among other things… of Chapultepec in itself . Also, walking the outskirts of the forest, features the possibility of delighting  in the non-permanent  exhibits that contain a great diversity of themes as well as, mediums of expression… The Paseo de la Reforma avenue,…

  • In the cold streets

    In the cold streets

      Night had already fallen in the cold streets of the downtown Bogotá’s Candelaria Quarter. The wind blew, invading the nooks and crannies found in its arbitrary and turbulent path. The corner          Barrio de la Candelaria, Bogotá, Colombia  It found its way into the marrow of the occasional passerby, who fought back…

  • Death and Time

    The Rectory’s façade           Universidad Autónoma de México, México   If I had to bet my money on either Death or Time: I would place it all on the second one of them. This I can say without a trace of doubt in my mind.     I’ve never run into a stiff.…

  • Silly men

    Silly men

            Silly, you men-so very adept at wrongly faulting womankind, not seeing you’re alone to blame for faults you plant in woman’s mind. After you’ve won by urgent plea the right to tarnish her good name, you still expect her to behave— you, that coaxed her into shame. You batter her resistance…

  • The most beautiful thing in the world

    The most beautiful thing in the world

    “You will find that the Universe is there, present, and right before your eyes.   You will experiment the magic of life, enclosed in her smile,   and maybe like myself, you will not want to miss that Treasure, which represents the Utmost Beauty I have found in all my wanderings…”   “That smile, my…

  • And when she smiles

        In this address that I’ve written down here, go in and ask for María.   Say hello to her, on my behalf   and you shall see that when she smiles everything is transformed. Stories                In Spanish                How to buy …