14
Sep

My take on Alyssa Aldersley’s The double life of being a parent at an early stage startup

Begoña Martínez

Josep Martínez just sent me via twitter this very nice nice article and I recommend that you read it too: Alyssa Aldersley: The double life of being a parent at an early stage startup After finishing it, I thought that it would be interesting to comment. After commenting, I thought, well, now that I’ve written

03
Sep

I’m Nica: a short note from Niquinohomo, Nicaragua

Begoña Martínez

  Yesterday I visited the birthplace of Sandino in Nicaragua: Niquinohomo. Yo soy del pueblo que un niño en Niquinohomo soñó. Soy del pueblo de Sandino y Benjamín Zeledón —Yo soy de un pueblo sencillo, by Luis Enrique Mejía Godoy (see the complete lyrics and my translation below)   Benjamín Zeledón’s fortress —the political prison We

03
Sep

You looked good

Begoña Martínez

You were cold I blamed you You were dead I blamed me You looked mute I felt deaf I blamed her Or was I deaf? You were gone No one to blame I was alone With you still there. I went back home And you looked The other way.

19
Apr

I want to kiss you before the world ends [dream]

Begoña Martínez

In my dream, the world is ending. Everything is falling apart.
People try to ignore it, to make the feeling go away: but if you listen, it’s there.
Suddenly, I think: the world is ending, and I’ve never kissed you. Where are you?

01
Oct

I was a task, written and read by me

Begoña Martínez

This poem is halfway between David Allen and Charles Bukowski.

03
Sep

Comments on Sticks and Stones, by XKCD

Begoña Martínez

  From a Google+ conversation: Ramón Nogueras: That is completely and absolutely untrue, unless you admit that anyone other than you has control over your feelings. Words have only as much damaging capacity as you want to give them. Ignacio Torres Masdeu:  The exchange of power is part of many social contracts. But many times

03
Sep

Poverty anywhere is poverty everywhere.

Begoña Martínez

Poverty anywhere is poverty everywhere.* Why is that? Why are other people’s problems my problems? Are we all together in this? How can we be together in this if I don’t know who they are, why are we here? If I can’t feel them as I can feel my body. Do my toenails know about

27
Apr

On infinite affection

Begoña Martínez

I can take and enjoy infinite affection. But that doesn’t imply that I require it or even need it from everyone or anyone or you. From polite indifference, though deference to preference and yes, love, the acceptable is non-binary: an ever changing uncharted world. —@minibego PS: Like Calvin said: Let’s go exploring!

30
Mar

I’m Nica: a short note from Niquinohomo, Nicaragua

Begoña Martínez

  Yesterday I visited the birthplace of Sandino in Nicaragua: Niquinohomo. Yo soy del pueblo que un niño en Niquinohomo soñó. Soy del pueblo de Sandino y Benjamín Zeledón —Yo soy de un pueblo sencillo, by Luis Enrique Mejía Godoy (see the complete lyrics and my translation below)   Benjamín Zeledón’s fortress —the political prison We

22
Sep

A message from my outbox

Begoña Martínez

It was so nice to hear back from you! Don’t apologize. I don’t hold grudges for people taking long to reply. Mostly because I can understand perfectly how it is to look at that email and say: I’ll answer properly later [time goes by FAST] —oops, now it’s too late. Honestly I don’t feel like an extraordinary person