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.

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11 Mar

Machete

poetry // 0

Translation (WIP) of the Amanda Palmer song in memory of my German mom, Benita —the Anthony Martignetti of my life. She died last year.

25 Jul

Somebody makes a pseudo-stupid joke at my son Quique in the street —something I’ll never understand. Pablo looks at me with his best “what the hell just happened, did you get it?” and our telepathy fails for a moment, and I have to make do with expressing my thoughts with words, and in front of