Una pareja: una Boricua y un Americano tienen un bebé, pero algo ocurre. ¿Tú sabes cómo a veces dices una mentira y se sigue complicando, y crece tanto la ficción que lo envuelve todo? Continue reading Pequeña mentira blanca
El abusador no amaina su pujanza. Me acerco para observar a la chica casi sin aliento y agarro al victimario por el cuello. Quiero apretarlo para sentir el crujir de las cervicales. Deseo vaciar mi impetuosidad en sus vías respiratorias para liberar a la mujer de aquel individuo. Continue reading Virago
¿Y si tan solo somos los muertos que aún insistimos en estar vivos?
Continue reading Al otro lado, el silencio [la resistencia]
“Code Blue, TICU” That was David. I rushed to his room as part of the Trauma Team, not really knowing what was going on. His lips were gray and there was not the slightest hint of red on his cheeks. His pulse was faint and erratic. The multiple sensors attached to his body displayed a desperate SOS. His oxygen saturations were low. SOS. His blood pressure kept dropping. SOS. He was cold. Continue reading Code Blue
At the operating room he found his patient: a little girl. She had already received the appropriate liquids, and machines had been installed on her body. Thus, he began. “Scalpel.” “Forceps.” “Suture.” Everything was quick to arrive. He was sweating. “Her heart, doctor,” he heard. Come on! Answer me! he whispered as his hand pressed and released, pressed and released, pressed and released the small heart. Wake up! Wake up! Come on, wake up, for goodness’ sake! Continue reading Variante XXI (English translation)