Bubbles

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At the bottom of the cup laid a slim layer of tea, still warm, still dark. Peering into its depths and past the rim, the liquid seemed calmed and being able of the utmost patience, having the ability to sit there and wait for as long as there was time in order to achieve that […]

Sin Smog

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De cuando en cuando uno de mis alumnos llega hasta la página en cuya esquina inferior derecha se cuela una foto aérea de Santiago y sin smog. Yo me callo y sigo con la actividad –tengo prohibido revelar mi nacionalidad en la escuela. De cuando en cuando uno de mis alumnos nota la imagen, se […]

One last time

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The night had engulfed the atmosphere once again; as a wave would return to the shore, the darkness and the cold turned into silence once more –there had been sparks when the noise was a translation of the metal dragged onto the asphalt. In the distance, a vibrant sound of an engine buzzed past the […]

I walk in the cold

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I went to work. I ventured into the darkened evening to teach a class I never want to teach, a class nobody wants to attend to, a class no one attended to. I waited in the classroom for over an hour and now I go out:     I walk slower than normal; I have […]