Poesía —

Buenos Aires and the Rio de la Plata — Buenos Aires seems inundated by humidity. The Rio de la Plata is at its eastern boundary. The river serves as a perimeter; it defines the border between what flows and what does not. From time to time, the river creeps into the streets, sometimes literally, as in Sudestadas when the…

Bikepacking Argentina: On the protection of spirits — How to talk about the sacred Without speaking of the rain? The night, The fog, The mist, Emanating from her skin, The Earth. How to talk about the miracles, As they transpire into the night? The emptiness and fullness, The soul comforted, By her side. Aloneness without despair, That candle in…

International Poetry Festival Poesía Ya! 2023 — The streets of Buenos Aires seemed lined up with books. I did miss those streets, walking along its avenues, window shopping for books, seldom buying, often daydreaming stories. …

A Poem —

Ensayo — Mary Oliver y todos los Santos de la escritura me dicen: “Escribí todos los días, ni bien salga el sol. No, antes que amanezca, con tu pluma y tu mano y tu papel. …

On travel and change — While traveling, there are these moments of twilight. A time between departure and arrival or arrival and departure. That moment in which reality seems faint, as a whisper, a thing not wholly formed, as when we wake up from a dream, that the window of opportunity arises: for change. It…

Traveling to Ciudad Juarez, Mexico — Ciudad Juarez sits in the Mexican side of the U.S.-Mexico border. Right across El Paso in Texas, Juarez is considered by some as a dangerous city. I went there this past October to participate in a mountain bike race, the Chupacabras 100 km. I drove from my home in Albuquerque…

Fútbol — Treinta y seis años, una vida. Treinta y seis años desde la última vez que Argentina ganó la Copa Mundial. Treinta y seis años, una eternidad. Un puente que se cruza en un segundo. Como el abrazo de un ser querido al que volvemos a encontrar. En algún aeropuerto, en alguna terminal. Treinta y seis años…