Blog estructurado como tríada clínico-poética:

1. Fragmento autobiográfico
2. Análisis teórico breve
3. Microficción para la primera infancia

Espacio de investigación-creación sobre la escritura como borde ético en la elaboración del trauma y el acompañamiento intergeneracional.

«Vine a Comala porque me dijeron que acá vivía mi padre, un tal Pedro Páramo».

— Juan Rulfo

lunes

Wanted

Where is my soul?
The last time I saw it
was laughing beside yours
thinking
praying for you
she invented God´s heaven
and gave you a place for your fears:
stay, cry, weep, smile

My soul is missing
the last time I saw it
was playing with yours
she invented hell
trying to amuse you

Kid, where is my soul?
The last time was crying
behind you
she created earth for you
so you can rest of heaven
So you can miss hell

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