Daniela M. Casalla

*The Third World is not only a reality but also an ideology…. and a way to perceive the world around…
Being born in it and accepting it, means to realize we are always on the loose string, lif…

The clouds come and go
Among my thoughts
Sometimes they are black,
sometimes they have the brilliance
of dreams…

No sé a dónde voy, pero recorro el camino, que sin ser espectacular o ruidoso esta bueno.

*CRYING HAND
This hand you see here
once spoke to me….
...about a forever bound broken
and I didn’t understand the message
then.
Now I remember,
and from time to time
cry….
_D. Ca…

Quiero abrir los ojos y ver mi mundo como era hasta hace unos días… ¿O era tan solo mi mirada lo que lo hacía diferente?

I want to open my eyes and see my world as it was a few days ago….O…

...no se ve. The eye that cries is not seen…

Last night I found some writings of mine, from 5 years ago… I ended up crying, remembering how miserable I felt those days, and amazed that I…

Un día armaste la valija
y sin mediar palabras pude leer tu decisión
"me voy"
Dos días antes,
el mundo que habíamos armado
amado
construído
estaba allí, para mí al menos,
indestructible…

Do I need to isolate myself, to build walls, to lock doors…. I can’t live locked away…
Shall I need to become a predator for not being caught by the cannibals?