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Letter to my younger self.

Fer, Probably right now you are in our bed, reading this in the comfort of our old house, with no other preoccupations than the next exam or if mom and dad are angry or not. There isn't a lot I can tell you that will change your present situation or the upcoming situations that you will be involved in. But oh how I wished I could be that person you need to hug so badly, but I can't do that, what I can tell you is that you will make it even if you don't have that person to hug you. I'm not going to lie to you, it will get tough. There will be fights, screams and even punches, do not give up, do whatever it takes to keep moving forward. It doesn't matter who is left behind, if they want they will either walk with you or take their own path and that is okay. You have to look after yourself, love yourself, respect yourself and always do what is right for you. Do not worry about friends, trust me you will have friends that will love you for who you are (yes the w...

The Debt

It was midnight. No one on their right mind would be out this late at night, not on this city, not on this street. And yet here we are, three people walking in this park that is barely illuminated and at the side of the prostitution street. A spot for innocence in the middle of a corrupted city. I look at the girl walking in front of me, she is so short, almost like a little kid, she walks with enthusiasm towards the swings giggling while looking back at me with a huge grin on her face. I look at my right side and see the man walking by my side, he has a grin on his face as well. He walks towards the little girl and starts pushing her on the swing, I go to the swing next to them and sit. He lets her go and starts pushing me so I can swing. I smile and feel his hands on the swing, I close my eyes as I feel every push. We laugh, we swinging,  it feels like if we were children again, like this is our playground. Space for innocence in the middle of a city that has lost its...