Thursday, 15 June 2017


I open my mouth
Willing to let my voice explain
What has not been written yet,
Understood or attained

Over the walls of my mind
I let my feelings go through
And I have the sense I’m there
No, you can’t hear me. I’m mute

I’m the shadow I never wanted to be
The odd dark silhouette
Made of struggle,
Incomprehension and mess. 

I fall into the void
That it’s your look of confusion
I have the urge of being trusted
Get me out of this delusion

How much of this can I take
No, I’m not blaming anyone,
I did it all myself,
I did it all alone

If only I could evaporate
And burn this pain out
I see you walking away
There’s no time left to dither now

Battle with my heart
War on my own
Poking in it needles from my brain
I drown into my thoughts


Saturday, 28 January 2017


From: Llers, Alt Empordà
By: Anna Ferrusola Pastrana
    A veces noto unas manos 
    que resiguen mi cuerpo,
    me cogen y apartan a un lado.

    A veces son unos dedos. 
    Me señalan, aprietan moratones, 
    me arañan.

    A veces no me tocan, a veces ni se acercan.
    Pero me miran, fijamente, 
    para que yo los sienta.

Y a la larga te acostumbras, intentas dejarlo a un lado.

Pero lo que tu no sabes es que son los fantasmas del pasado.