A bilingual existence

  “Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.” –Roland Barthes I. Idiomas/languages: Origins Little scraps of paper with small hands’ handwriting in Spanish and English hung along theContinue reading “A bilingual existence”

“Parrillas”, aka grill-outs [Venezuelan style]

It’s fascinating how new experiences in a somewhat familiar yet relatively new environment can – when the circumstances are right – bring you right back to the core of your memories, your childhood. It’s beautiful how by simply narrating back your own story to someone you love, your mind can perfectly replay vivid memories thatContinue reading ““Parrillas”, aka grill-outs [Venezuelan style]”

(0212) Gran Caracas [draft I]

Thick, ashy smog; Cool breeze rustling through mango trees A symphony of honking and hydraulic hisses: buses Countless stray dogs bark hungry, scrounging bones from leftover tin box lunches The bent sound of brassy salsa brava escaping a zooming car incessant chatter, thousands of anonymous voices fill ears with desire, humor, and argument Taxi driverContinue reading “(0212) Gran Caracas [draft I]”