domingo, 22 de abril de 2018
martes, 10 de abril de 2018
pregunta
Será solo en el café que se puede leer la fortuna, o también en la espuma que deja el jabón después de ducharse
lunes, 23 de octubre de 2017
Sobre trabajar en la oficina
He descubierto lo agradable que es organizar cosas en tablas de excel,
usar grapas, clips, post-its
y, de vez en cuando, una que otra tachuela.
lunes, 28 de agosto de 2017
Love Poem
We have plenty of matches in our house
We keep them on hand always
Currently our favourite brand
Is Ohio Blue Tip
Though we used to prefer Diamond Brand
That was before we discovered
Ohio Blue Tip matches
They are excellently packaged
Sturdy little boxes
With dark and light blue and white labels
With words lettered
In the shape of a megaphone
As if to say even louder to the world
Here is the most beautiful match in the world
It’s one-and-a-half-inch soft pine stem
Capped by a grainy dark purple head
So sober and furious and stubbornly ready
To burst into flame
Lighting, perhaps the cigarette of the woman you love
For the first time
And it was never really the same after that
Currently our favourite brand
Is Ohio Blue Tip
Though we used to prefer Diamond Brand
That was before we discovered
Ohio Blue Tip matches
They are excellently packaged
Sturdy little boxes
With dark and light blue and white labels
With words lettered
In the shape of a megaphone
As if to say even louder to the world
Here is the most beautiful match in the world
It’s one-and-a-half-inch soft pine stem
Capped by a grainy dark purple head
So sober and furious and stubbornly ready
To burst into flame
Lighting, perhaps the cigarette of the woman you love
For the first time
And it was never really the same after that
All this will we give you
That is what you gave me
I become the cigarette and you the match
Or I the match and you the cigarette
Blazing with kisses that smoulder towards heaven
That is what you gave me
I become the cigarette and you the match
Or I the match and you the cigarette
Blazing with kisses that smoulder towards heaven
de "Paterson", Jim Jarmusch
domingo, 27 de agosto de 2017
como en los cuentos
Hoy, mientras le cosía el encaje dorado a mi vestido azul, me pinché el dedo con la aguja.
Salió una gotita de sangre
roja, pequeña y redonda,
como en los cuentos.
domingo, 9 de julio de 2017
miércoles, 14 de junio de 2017
Pericos
Lo que más me gusta de trabajar en esta oficina es el ruido que hacen los pericos a las seis de la tarde.
sábado, 8 de octubre de 2016
Confesión 2
Estoy comiendo cantidades exageradas de queso petacones en un intento desesperado de compensar el tiempo perdido.
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