‘Is it lack of imagination that makes us come to imagined places?’ Every time I visited Ouro Preto, I used to ask for Elizabeth Bishop’s home. ‘There…… Read more “Questions of travel”

With no place to go. That’s how you feel when a taxi driver tells you (his salty eyes in the rearview mirror/ through which he looks at/…… Read more “Far too close by”

the birds. now we do not need landing runways we have no body we are just our breath coming out of the blue.

  Remember yesterday. When everything changed for about two minutes, at dusk, and the red sky just fell on the red foliage. Suddenly all the buildings lit…… Read more “Autumn”

Romulo is 10 years old. Last year, he underwent complicated surgery. His mother prayed to saints Cosmas and Damian. Today, he is running around, playing football, asking…… Read more “Chest of Gold”

Until the day Carla came to visit her in foster care. It was a small baby, autistic, not moving, nor reacting to the light. “People told me…… Read more “Marcela had never cried”

She suddenly turns and says, “Never again. Isn’t it strange to know that never, never again?”, and smiles at me. Why does it hurt our hearts to…… Read more “To say the innocent word”

My mother thought study was the grandest thing in the world *. It is not. When I was little, my mother and I stole flowers from the flower…… Read more “This luxury word”

I slowly release the embrace, fold my hands, lower my eyes and shut myself up, turning my back, smiling strong, stepping hard, and holding a flowerpot -…… Read more “To things unsaid”

When we were kids and traveled to the beach, my godfather always came with us. Sometimes, he had to return home a few days earlier. On the…… Read more “Sea and sun, mixed”

I should be toying with poems and books and whatnot, but today I’d rather write about the boy with sore hands. Or the girl on the platform…… Read more “Excuse me,”