Category: Words Jam

Dried up

Death is like a breakup. Survivors are thirsty. Desires confused with memories long for a place to be. Something stays incomplete. — Today I am mending my heart, knowing I’ll soon hand the keys of my family house to the buyers. I spent most of the afternoon inside this place where I grew up, collecting garbage to toss.  And I…

Trashing the sense of guilt

Have you ever experienced a time in your life when you keep on saying to yourself that you are fine but you know you are lying? Maybe one day you had a strange friction inside your chest. An annoying voice talking loud to your ears on another one. You know the issue isn’t your body though. And have you ever…

Twelve years after I still miss you

I once read about a writer who went to assist an autopsy. All her life she had been an atheist but having seen all the tiny connections of a dead human body ‘made her rethink about the possibility of an existing God‘ – she wrote. We are literally inhabiting a magical box. I remember the morning after we buried my mom. I woke up,…

And what we do…

…when faith feels like fading away? When the alarm clock rings in the morning and we don’t have the energy to wake up? Day, after day… And what about when, after so many years spent singing loudly inside our car on Saturday nights with our best friend, after all the laughs and pictures and tacos, we look at the rear mirror one…

The days we live

…aren’t like invisible small dots on a plain canvas of possibilities? But still, how much do they really matter to ourselves? Working towards the things I love is what helps me to make sense of my dry, daily performances. It is very easy to feel great when travelling full time or out of any responsibilities but as of now, my…