Ruth Pérez de San Macario's Blog
March 29, 2022
Not a warrior
Not a warrior
There’s magic beneath his eyes,sometimes dark, sometimes white,a spell that binds,or a spell that hides.
There’s a fight inside his heartbeating like a drum (of war).It goes on and on,another victim, another body dropped.
And it hurts to knowthat he won’t winbecause he’s fighting alone.
But I found myselfagain under his spellstrying to see, trying to help.
There’s warmth coming from his hands,sometimes slow, sometimes fast,a touch that burns,and a touch that calms.
There’s so much inside...
There’s magic beneath his eyes,sometimes dark, sometimes white,a spell that binds,or a spell that hides.
There’s a fight inside his heartbeating like a drum (of war).It goes on and on,another victim, another body dropped.
And it hurts to knowthat he won’t winbecause he’s fighting alone.
But I found myselfagain under his spellstrying to see, trying to help.
There’s warmth coming from his hands,sometimes slow, sometimes fast,a touch that burns,and a touch that calms.
There’s so much inside...
March 21, 2020
Mente feroz
Mente feroz
Abrir los ojos con el ruidoen la cabeza, como un zumbido.
Pasan las horasde dientes apretadosy corazón veloz.Pasan las horasde cuerpo agotadoy mente feroz.
En los días buenos el silencioes la calma previa a la tormenta.En los días malos el espejorefleja cualquier error.Otros díastodo es negro terror.
A veces la gente de alrededores solo un conjunto de personajessecundarios tras un tupido telón(voces disonantes sin relevancia).Pero el resto de veces son protagonistasde una gran...
Abrir los ojos con el ruidoen la cabeza, como un zumbido.
Pasan las horasde dientes apretadosy corazón veloz.Pasan las horasde cuerpo agotadoy mente feroz.
En los días buenos el silencioes la calma previa a la tormenta.En los días malos el espejorefleja cualquier error.Otros díastodo es negro terror.
A veces la gente de alrededores solo un conjunto de personajessecundarios tras un tupido telón(voces disonantes sin relevancia).Pero el resto de veces son protagonistasde una gran...
March 22, 2019
Al final
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February 9, 2019
Pequeña
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November 7, 2018
Arena de mil colores
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August 19, 2018
Rotos
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April 15, 2018
Cobarde valentía
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November 9, 2017
Slowly
Slowly
It starts slowly and you can’t see it,You know it’s there,but you can’t pinpoint where.
You say one less word,hear one more silence.You keep a feeling quiet,and feel a little worse.
Only there’s always more,you see it now.You close your eyes,try to kill that thought.
A thought that doesn’t die,that won’t ever die,not anymore,not any morethat the truth will.
And then there’s that voice,the one that only speaks with agony.The voice that remembers,the one with experience.
“Bury it before it get...
It starts slowly and you can’t see it,You know it’s there,but you can’t pinpoint where.
You say one less word,hear one more silence.You keep a feeling quiet,and feel a little worse.
Only there’s always more,you see it now.You close your eyes,try to kill that thought.
A thought that doesn’t die,that won’t ever die,not anymore,not any morethat the truth will.
And then there’s that voice,the one that only speaks with agony.The voice that remembers,the one with experience.
“Bury it before it get...
March 15, 2017
Microrrelato 3 (Esternocleidomastoideo)
MásEl filo estaba frío contra su piel. ¿Qué cortaría primero? Lo había estudiado esa tarde: el esternocleidomastoideo se hallaba en el cuello.
March 13, 2017
Microrrelato 2 (Mindundi)
Se rió mientras se alejaba del pueblo. Mindundi le había llamado el alcalde. A él. Volvió a reír y su risa se perdió entre los gritos y las llamas.
