ANATOMÍA DE LA INTIMIDAD literatura y espejos rotos

I should like it to resemble some deep old desk, or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. (Virginia Woolf) We become ourselves through others, and the self is a porous thing, not a sealed container (Siri Hustvedt) En vez de mirarme en mi espejo quiero que mi espejo se mire en mí (Alejandra Pizarnik)

My poem It published in the 2:1 Synesthesia Literary Journal       Synesthesia Literary Journal. The editors are dedicated to presenting extraordinary literature — haiku to novels — spotlighting new and established writers and artists. Transcending trends, we offer … Sigue leyendo

28/05/2014 · 4 comentarios

Pieces of inside

i am nothing more than pieces of inside, there is no outside, no more outside, neither a margin nor an awaken vertex, there is no silhouette, not even a sleepy … Sigue leyendo

14/02/2014 · Deja un comentario

Last entry of Katherine Mansfield’s private journal. “A terribly sensitive mind”.

Now, Katherine, what do you mean by health? And what do you want it for? Answer: By health I mean the power to live a full, adult, living, breathing life … Sigue leyendo

12/02/2014 · Deja un comentario

Comparative literature – Chaos in my mind

When I was listening to professor M this afternoon, I clearly understood all the different perspectives he was talking about. On the one hand, comparative literature in a restrictive and … Sigue leyendo

10/02/2014 · Deja un comentario

Katherine Mansfield on “cultivated minds”

Such a cultivated mind doesn’t really attract me. I admire it, I appreciate all “less soins et les peines” that have gone to produce it -but I leaves me cold. … Sigue leyendo

09/02/2014 · Deja un comentario

Personal aphorism (Virginia Woolf)

This idea struck me: the army is the body: I am the brain. Thinking is my fighting. __   This idea was meant to be more impressive. It bobbed up … Sigue leyendo

26/01/2014 · Deja un comentario

Behind the curtain. Virginia Woolf on Roger Fry & her Bloomsbury friends

Roger died on Sunday. […] I was glad we went to the service on Thursday. It was a very hot summers day. And all very simple & dignified. Music. Not … Sigue leyendo

11/01/2014 · Deja un comentario

The downs

For many years she walks the downs knowing something- it , she says – is there and is always going to be there. Beauty, peace, wordlessness. She might be afraid, exhausted, deceived or … Sigue leyendo

10/01/2014 · Deja un comentario

Behind the curtain. Virginia Woolf & T.S. Eliot

To begin with another question (just read the last pages) why am I sitting here at 10.30 on a Sunday morning, rather stiff in the back, rather sore of the … Sigue leyendo

05/01/2014 · Deja un comentario

Behind the curtain. E.M. Forster on Virginia Woolf’s The Waves

Here I will give myself the pleasure -shall I?- of copying a sentence or two from Morgan’s unsolicited letter on The Waves: “I expect I shall write to you again … Sigue leyendo

03/01/2014 · Deja un comentario

Behind the curtain. Virginia Woolf on T.S. Eliot

The other/private life Poor Tom- a true poet, I think; what they will call in a hundred years a man of genius: & this is his life. I stand for … Sigue leyendo

01/01/2014 · Deja un comentario

Real things

For those who are obsessed with Reality here is an excellent thought/spontaneous aphorism by Virginia Woolf Excitements about what are called real things are always unutterably transitory. The Diary of … Sigue leyendo

29/12/2013 · Deja un comentario

Under this intrusive sun

Under this intrusive sun dewy adjectives seek to grow into solid nouns.

04/12/2013 · Deja un comentario

Haiku 11

Baby winter despair to many out there, my patient inner hope.

22/11/2013 · 2 comentarios

Haiku 9

Afraid of November: death and roasted chestnuts knives, cuts and embers.

29/10/2013 · Deja un comentario

Haiku 7

I hear with perspicuity your whispery voice stand out in the mist.

24/10/2013 · Deja un comentario

Haiku 5

You naughty sea come here, massage my feet, have a cup of love with me.

10/10/2013 · Deja un comentario

Haiku 4

Green autumn leave you’re stronger than the wind hold on to the tree.

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Last night

I prefer sleepless nights Rather than last night. Why was I dreaming that? The fears were all Under my hat And they woke up and danced In front of my … Sigue leyendo

07/10/2013 · Deja un comentario

Read, re-read, re-re-read and kill

Read, re-read, re-re-read and do not listen to it. Re-re-re-read it until you can’t read it anymore, but you can, it’s a miracle! And it makes you sick you can … Sigue leyendo

21/09/2013 · Deja un comentario

The Japanese doll

In Blogging Woolf Among all the entries of the second volume of Virginia Woolf’s Diary I would like to comment briefly on the 16 January 1923 record, as I consider it to be quite … Sigue leyendo

12/09/2013 · Deja un comentario

Who are you?

– I am the one that goes to work every morning and takes the bus or the subway, or perhaps simply walks on high heels, in a narrow skirt. I … Sigue leyendo

10/09/2013 · Deja un comentario


I recognize it again, there it is the feeling of emptiness. I can not find Life I can not grasp it, I can not see it; it is neither hidden … Sigue leyendo

24/08/2013 · Deja un comentario

Antony Hegarty

One more night, once again Antony & The Johnsons have conquered our souls and something else that we weren’t aware of its existence. Lou Reed once said “When I first … Sigue leyendo

29/06/2013 · Deja un comentario


From this half moon of glass I thought I was observing the world from up above but there’s another world, that world, which observes me up there, beyond the other … Sigue leyendo

27/05/2013 · Deja un comentario

Hope there’s someone

You were sleeping but I kissed you. I could not just watch you. You were sleeping and you kissed me You could not be dead if I was alive. We … Sigue leyendo

27/05/2013 · Deja un comentario

Kiss my name

Apareces ante mí como una orquídea blanca en la luz de este día. Tu voz acaricia mi cuerpo dorado y besa mi nombre en secreto. But I have no name. … Sigue leyendo

27/05/2013 · 1 comentario

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