I dreamt of you yesterday We greeted each other and then your cheek rested next to mine, gesture of the kiss we’re supposed to be giving. We’re in Latin America after all. We stayed liked that, cheek against cheek, in what seemed forever, a time that never stopped. Even my subconscious knows more than that…
NYC
“The city, thinly veiled,” you thought that night in the car, when you could see the buildings in an almost cyberpunk setting. It’s all because of the rain you said to yourself, looking at the grey mist, wondering how can a place hide so many secrets. Wondering how such a beautiful city can cause so…
Save Yourself
By Gabriela Cabezas Borja Daniel and I were drinking the ersatz coffee that everybody drank nowadays. Sometimes it tasted like pure dirt. Today was a lucky day, as it tasted more like burnt coffee. As Daniel used to say: “we are the last unlucky generation because we remember real things.” Younger people never tried the…
Legacy
White like the ice that covers the three lumped mountain, Hair so black you never doubted of your indigenous ancestors, Veins as blue as the icy water running through you, Cleaning you, Cleaning your death. How long until someone finds you? Will we see a whole ecosystem grow out of you? Even if not visible…
I
Tropezando en tu tumba, dejo las cenizas de las cartas que alguna vez tú y yo nos escribimos, fieles a la memoria del otro, infieles a quienes éramos en realidad. Te pedí que me dejaras vivir pero ahí también tenías que ganar y te mataste. Ahora te llevo como mi sombra. Ahora no te puedo…
Tremble
If we were to tremble, I used to think, and I did, while we came down from that high. My body was being consumed by sparks, soon to burn, tremors inside our physical forms, my hands wanting to reach for you again, to break the unspoken rule. And my lips, that with less control reached…
Meningitis and Its Shadow (Translation)
La Meningitis y Su Sombra is a short story by Horacio Quiroga. It’s one of my favourites! If you are interested in reading it in Spanish, click here. Meningitis and Its Shadow by Horacio Quiroga Translation by Gabriela Cabezas I am still in shock. What the hell do the letter by Funes and the talk…
Sobre la post ciencia ficción
Este ensayo fue primero un discurso transmitido en vivo por Open Lab Ec. Primero, no estoy totalmente segura de que estemos listos para hablar de una post ciencia ficción considerando que la historia por lo general se llama a sí misma después de haber pasado, y no conozco a muchas personas que estén usando este…
Backyard Wilderness
The Salamander blinks, the rock that was once over her removed, the kids who have it observe. “Look at me, I am life,” she thinks, covered in mud and new dirt, throat going up and down, slippery skin. “I breathe,” she knows, unencumbered by the human children. She’ll continue to be in thousands of new…
A not so quiet bower: musings and stories 
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