Ireland, after 7 months (answers, in no particular order)

Ireland, after 7 moths (answers, in no particular order) August, September, October, November, December, January, February… Seven months to fit into postcards, seven months to fit into long distance calls before I realize that words can only fill certain empty spaces, Like postcards, or awkward silences. The generic answers are the ones that flow the…

Why Ireland?

Something I wrote 6 months ago, when I had just moved to Dublin

Para una yo futura que no existe todavía

Este es un poema para una yo futura que no existe todavía, Me voy a robar tu piel poco a poco, tus ideas, hasta que las palmas de tus manos tengan el mismo lunar y predigan el mismo futuro que las mías. Espero que veas y viajes y volvas a los lugares Donde has amado…