neuropoeta in #hive-148441 • 1 hour agoAn altar to the world on my island [Eng/Esp]Every time I walk through the door of my sister’s living room, my eyes fly straight to that corner, and I can’t help it. There, against the wall, between the filtered light coming through theneuropoeta in #hive-180164 • 2 days agoWhite as wound and consolation || Review [Eng/Esp]When Han Kang was announced as the 2024 Nobel Prize winner, I felt that almost childish urgency to get everything she had written and then I devoured The Vegetarian, trembled with Human Acts,neuropoeta in #hive-148441 • 4 days agoThree small great wonders in my garden [Eng/Esp]There are days when the garden decides to give you something unexpected and when you least expect it, there is a tiny detail that reminds you why you love getting your hands dirty and observineuropoeta in #hive-148441 • 7 days agoA Lesson in Flowers and Stars [Eng/Esp]Today I had to dress up as a proud and happy mother, not in a gala dress or high heels, but with a smile that has lasted all day and that, even now as I write, refuses to fade away. My twelveneuropoeta in #hive-180164 • 8 days agoThe Sin of Not Reading Fitzgerald [Eng/Esp]I confess that for years I was the kind of reader who mentions classic titles with secondhand embarrassment, nodding along as if I had devoured them when in reality I barely remembered the sneuropoeta rebloggedcamelia28 in #hive-131951 • 10 days agoLa cara oculta de la bondad: El gesto que no es gratuito Publicado en Español, Inglés y Portugués. Editado en PhotoCollage [Fuente](neuropoeta in #hive-148441 • 10 days agoWhen Some Pink Vines Stole My Soul [Eng/Esp]Today I went for a walk with no set direction, just wanting to get lost for a while among the wild vegetation of my Cuba, and let me tell you, the tropics can give you shows that even the bestneuropoeta in #hive-131951 • 12 days ago¡Ponte tus lentes mágicos! [Esp/Eng]Ayer salí a caminar por las calles céntricas de mi querido Camagüey. Era una tarde tranquila, de esas en las que el sol se cuela entre las columnas de los antiguos balcones y la ciudad pareceneuropoeta in #hive-148441 • 13 days agoThe beauty and brevity of the spinach flower [Eng/Esp] Today while watering the vegetable garden, I stopped dead in my tracks and among the wide green leaves that remind me so much of Popeye and his magic can, something purple was shining with thneuropoeta in #hive-180164 • 14 days agoThe Yellow Anthology [Eng/Esp]Last night while checking my email I found a book that a friend sent me. Not just any book, it was an Anthology of Emily Dickinson. The yellow is that warm tone like the wax of an old candleneuropoeta in #hive-148441 • 16 days agoA toast to the peppers [Eng/Esp]I have told before how much I am moved by my father’s determination, that lovely eagerness of his to leave no corner of the house or the yard without planting something we can later take toneuropoeta in #hive-180164 • 17 days agoA journey in décimas with a friend [Eng/Esp]I hold in my hands a small book, one of those that weighs just enough but soon becomes impossible to put down. It is titled Décimas de Cima y Sima, and its author is my friend, the poet frneuropoeta in #hive-131951 • 18 days agoDe cómo la poesía me salva el alma [Esp/Eng]Hoy fue un día de esos que me recuerdan por qué vale la pena seguir. Terminé mi consulta como neuróloga, donde abundan pacientes, diagnósticos y la pesada carga de la responsabilidad médicaneuropoeta in #hive-180164 • 20 days agoThe Day the Sea Swallowed the Sadness [Eng/Esp] Recently I held in my hands Nine Stories by J.D. Salinger, and I admit it is not a book you flip through, but one you hold with held breath, as if the paper might crumble. Although the otherneuropoeta in #hive-168869 • 21 days agoEnding the week on horseback Sometimes routine gets the better of us, and between school, homework, and the hustle and bustle of the week, we forget that the simplest things are often what feed the soul the most. That isneuropoeta in #hive-131951 • 22 days agoA pesar de todo, siempre florecer [Esp/Eng]Hace unas semanas, mi terraza fue testigo de un pequeño crimen botánico. Tenía allí, en un viejo termo de café roto, unas episcias que había sembrado con especial cariño. No serán las plantasneuropoeta in #hive-180164 • 23 days agoOne of My First Paper Loves || Review [Eng/Esp]A few days ago, my teenage daughter asked me a simple yet profound question: Mom, what were the first books you read that you loved the most? I fell silent for a few seconds, looking atneuropoeta in #hive-148441 • 24 days agoIn the shade of a tree and memories [Eng/Esp]Today I came to sit in its shade, and I don’t know if it was the wind rustling its leaves or the unmistakable scent of its crushed fruit on the ground, but the fact is the afternoon trappedneuropoeta in #hive-180164 • 26 days agoLearn from the silences of love with Han Kang [Eng/Esp]Han Kang’s Greek Lessons, by that South Korean author who won the Nobel Prize a couple of years ago and whose name I sometimes forget but never forget what her words make me feel, came into mneuropoeta in #hive-148441 • 27 days agoThe coriander is flowering [Eng/Esp]I had always seen coriander as just another ingredient in the kitchen, and for us, it is not a simple garnish, rather, it is a pillar. I think
