Tan pronto todo se empezó, se acabó. Dos años y medio a su lado, Sus labios ya no se acercan los míos. No los buscan, no los acarician como hicieron antes. Él, años luz de donde estoy yo, ahora, Viajando por un país de peligros, incertidumbre y Caminos torcidos como espaguetis. Conversaciones por teléfono, permitidas… Continue reading La ruptura.
Today on Gran Canaria, it rained something fierce. Blouses and trousers shook on the clothes lines and were left sodden, stretched and hanging. I prayed for them not to break loose and fly away. Knickers would be strewn across the pavement, bras caught on flag poles next to a sea of red and yellow and… Continue reading The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.
I took to my bed like Janis Joplin to her Southern Comfort. Diving down between the sheets... earplugs in because the TV's a-cracklin' in the living room. Fleeting thoughts about one of my students whose curiosity puts his classmates to shame. Wondering if I'll ever have a kid like that. Couple of Spanish words bicker… Continue reading Week nights.
They all filter into the classroom like the condensation on my Coke can. Four of them, all older than me, all wiser than me, all infinitely better at life than me. One sells properties to banks (at least, that's what I gauged from his clumsy L1 expressions) and another wears too much eyeliner. Funny, isn't… Continue reading Too many teachers spoil the broth