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…

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…