Neuropoeta (@neuropoeta)
Neuróloga, escritora y madre soñadora...
Memoirs from the underground as Dostoevsky’s black hole || Review [Eng/Esp]
You will have noticed that this is my third Dostoevsky work in a row, and I tell you that if Crime and Punishment was an axe driven into conscience, and The Brothers Karamazov a universal judgment ...
A Saturday in La Comarca
Some time ago, attending literary events on weekends was as natural to me as breathing. Gatherings, poetry readings, troubadour performances were for my soul a nourishment of verses and chords, lik...
El precio de ser un ángel en tierra de lobos [Esp/Eng]
Hay un sonajero bello en la casa de mi hermana. Muchos angelitos girando incansablemente. A los ángeles se les exige ser bellos y puros y justamente por eso he necesitado hacer catarsis y hacer el ...
What matters is not the crime, but the punishment || Review [Eng/Esp]
I should mention that I had this book pending for years, feeling that accusing stare from my bookshelf every time I watched a film adaptation and was left with the sense that I had cheated. Then, o...
El arcoíris y la felicidad que siempre estuvo aquí [Esp/Eng]
Ayer la tarde se nubló, como ha sido costumbre en estos días de agosto. Cayeron chubascos, de esos que parecen querer lavar el alma de la ciudad, y yo, como tantas otras tardes, me dispuse a espera...
A guardian for my succulents [Eng/Esp]
I confess that I have been smiling like a fool for days every time I poke my head into my garden. It is not to water, not to prune, not even to catch the morning sun. It is to look at her, my new n...
A book that splits you in two forever [Eng/Esp]
I remember the first time I tried to read The Brothers Karamazov. I was nineteen, full of the arrogance of a newcomer to the literary world, and possessed by the absurd certainty that I could devou...
The Echeveria Lady [Eng/Esp]
Today I was that person who wakes up with a plan and ends up with hands full of soil, messy hair, and a happiness too big to fit in her chest. My morning started with a coffee and a fixed gaze on m...
El susurro del mar y el eco de mi alma [Esp/Eng]
A veces, la vida se convierte en un escenario y entonces actuamos para nuestros jefes, para nuestra familia, para los amigos, incluso para nosotros mismos, mientras representamos un papel que hemos...
TIEMPO DE PÉRDIDAS || Poesía
Hace apenas unos días, me llegó la feliz noticia de que había ganado el Premio Nacional de Décima Francisco Riverón. El cuaderno que en esta ocasión se me premió reúne una gran cantidad de poemas e...
A book that left my chest burning [Eng/Esp]
I finished The Memory Where It Burned three nights ago and I still can't shake it off. It's not a light book, nor is it one of those that hooks you with plot twists or cheap mysteries. It's as if M...
A promise in the shape of a pumpkin [Eng/Esp]
I don't know if it was its bright yellow color or its round, perfect shape, but that pumpkin looked at me from the market stall and I couldn't resist. It wasn't just for eating. I got home, cut it ...
Crónica de un día feliz con poesía [Esp/Eng]
A las seis de la mañana, el cielo aún no se decidía entre el gris y el azul, e iba camino al hospital con la maleta de la consulta en una mano cuando el teléfono vibró con un número que no tenía gu...
In the shadow of the romantic dogs and in the shadow of Bolaño [Eng/Esp]
There are definitely books you search for with the same obsession with which Bolaño searched for his lost poets. I had been waiting for months for Navona publishing house to release it, and now tha...
El café vacío y la lección de las rutinas [Eng/Esp]
Hoy ha sido un domingo común y corriente. Y qué maravilla que así sea. A veces, en nuestra búsqueda obsesiva por la "vida extraordinaria", olvidamos el poder sanador de lo ordinario, de un domingo ...