From the past

This afternoon I was supposed to go to my grandma's to check out which things are to keep and which ones are not. Instead my father told me to go to our storage room to make some space and there I found so many interesting things I brought home with me.

 A coaster with a butterfly between two glasses.

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A Spanish dictionary from 1966 that belonged to my dad.

 (Notice that men have no penis. Dictatorship Spain...)

My mom's notebooks. She drawed this at the age of SEVEN!!!!! Someday I'll show you the inside, cause her handwriting was simply amazing and the contents are full of religious stuff and praise to Franco. She was forced to do it, ok?

First post

I think the most appropriate way to begin with something is by means of explaining why you do so. So why do I write a blog? Well, the answer is quite easy: because I love writing and you could say that, in a way, I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. So in this blog I'm doing something easy and difficult at the same time, that is telling you what comes to my mind, no matter if it's poems, music, photos, film or literature reviews, recipes or just my thoughts. I'd like to share all this with you 'cause you deserve it, at least only because you read me.
Secondly, probably you're asking yourself about the name of the blog. Well, it comes from my favourite poem. It's not the one I consider the very best I've ever read, but it's important to me 'cause it was the one who put the seed of poetry to grow inside me. This poem, by Stephen Crane, may not be beautiful, sensitive, romantic...but it's raw and cruel as life is. And here it is where the dessert part comes, 'cause I also think (and hope) that life is sweet and full of beauty. Our best gift is the ability to find it.
To close this, my first post, I just have to tell you "Try it, taste it, and if you like it, REPEAT"

Stephen Crane

In the Desert

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter – bitter", he answered,
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."