Should I fear a dreadful Angel?

[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?

A poem, a prayer

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

About me – An introduction, some intimate memories and a great love poem

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

Every Day of Remembrance – Speaking with the dead

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

I am transgender. So, am I a weirdo…?

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…?