[This is the first -and older- among several drafts left here by my sister Ariel weeks or months ago. I don’t know exactly when. Like the others it is not finished (or so I guess), but the portion of the poem and its translation into English are complete according to the note below (“Duineser Elegien”;… Continue reading Should I fear a dreadful Angel?
Sweet angel of Death, if you must come, better come now. I do not fear at all your glacial kiss, and there’s a voice calling me, in the fair darkness beyond the ford. From past suffering, my soul is mature for dying well. Just everything that I’ve loved lasts in my heart, as scraps from… Continue reading A poem, a prayer
I wish a Happy Christmas Season to all my sisters and brothers —who are many and very dear to me—, and especially to my readers and followers —who are very few, but lovely, and most dear—! Be merry and don’t get too stressed by all the related fuss 🙂 Bon Nadal! Baxtalo Krechúno!… Continue reading Christmas Carol
Call me Ari or Ariel. I am Catalan, born in Malgrat, Principat de Catalunya, but my dad was also a Rrom, so I have 50% of gypsy blood (and this is an important half). I have to be thankful to my parents for having chosen Ariel as my first name, because in many places it… Continue reading About me – An introduction, some intimate memories and a great love poem
Once, I lost a person very close to me; so close, that she was part of me: my best friend and my mate and lover. It happened thirteen years ago (but it could have been yesterday; or even today, because I’m still losing her every day of my life), and she is not in any… Continue reading Every Day of Remembrance – Speaking with the dead
‘Kids who Die’ by Langston Hughes – 1938 A timeless, powerful and deeply moving piece of poetry, very well recited by Danny Glover (even if he omits a few verses: exactly 10; I don’t know why, because the poem is not long, and these lines are not dispensable.) . This is for the kids who… Continue reading Kids who die
I bet that many, if not all, trans persons have been called ‘weirdos’ (or an equivalent term in their own tongue) some times in their life. Well, I have been; so much that I learned to like the word and, even more, the concept itself. Here there is a comic strip by Bill Watterson that… Continue reading I am transgender. So, am I a weirdo…?