One Sip

One sip, they say, and you will forget. You will forget how painful that May was. But beware, you will forget bits of happiness that were there, too. Fresh mango juice, peppermint, a shot of vodka, water from the rivulet, one squeeze of lime, three ice cubes and three drops of tears. Drink it. Just…

Leaving Home

Darling, would you mind being alone for a while? I won’t be away for too long. I imagine I were you, looking around the rooms and see my stuff scattering around our apartment: my books, my clothes, my cosmetics, my desk full of grammar books and dictionaries — they will be left untouched. The desk…

El Pasado – The Past

El amor que ya ha pasado no se debe recordar — The love which has already happened doesn’t have to be reminded. El pasado means the past. I have come across the word many times recently. The song, “Veinte años”, by Buena Vista Social Club also has this word. Its music and lyric are sad. “Why…

Unrequited Love

“You fall in love with people’s minds. I’m going to lose you to Henry,” said Hugo, ‘Henry and June’ Whenever I miss him, I  usually go back to Anais Nin. My piano has failed to cure me, on the opposite, my sad thought of him failed my piano practice session. I  was playing Michael Row the Boat…

Translating Henry Miller’s Greece

Translators taste something twice too: First, we get to taste the beauty of the original text; Second, we experience the joyousness and get lost in it from having to rephrase that beauty into another tongue. And it’s the second that give you a greater euphoria since you’re part of that creation.

Man in Pink

“I think our works are similar.” Suddenly you just turned and said that to me, talkatively.  We were queuing. That was the first sign which showed how talkative and curious a person you would become known to me. “What’s your name?” “***   ****” “Sorry?” “***   ****. Two names” I didn’t catch your name anyhow. It…

“Epistolary Love”

Our “epistolary love”?

Bring it on and don’t PGP-encrypted it. Someday Gmail staff will find them. I hope they will get leaked so the world will know of our “epistolary love”.

Yes, condemn me, but do it poetically.

Finally, We Kissed

Our lips started to dance around each other. Everything was so soft, my lips, they were thinking out loud.