Anabel Caride (Seville, 1972) earned her Bachelor’s degree in Spanish Philology. She has worked as a literature teacher in numerous high schools in the south of Spain, and now teaches in the Instituto Picasso in Seville. She has written short shorts, short stories and poetry, the genre in which she has published the two full-length […]
They dress up. They choose a face from the closet they don’t have on Thursdays and comb a little flash into their worn out strut. I let them buy me a drink for pity’s sake and later, their common places stain my coat. On Monday they will go back to […]
Se disfrazan. Eligen del armario la cara que no tienen los jueves y peinan de neón su caminar can si no. Les acepto una copa por pena […]
I fell in love again with your li ps quiv er ing […]
Me enamoré otra vez de tus la bios tem blan do […]
The file first saved by my an – xi – uos fingers remains on the hard drive of my heart; I will not delete it. Their errors tick – el me, my clumsiness moving the mouse that today is another phalanx of my hand. The following versions are repeated, without intending to, […]
El archivo primero guardado por mis dedos ner – vio – sos sigue en el disco duro del corazón; no voy a eliminarlo. Me hacen cos – qui – lli – tas sus errores, la torpeza manejando el ratón que es hoy otra falange de mi mano. Las versiones siguientes repiten, […]
The battlefield testifies to that. You know. You fled this morning leaving your pajamas on the floor, the bed to be made. Someone’s sad underpants you do not remember give a warm welcome to your tired eyes that will not have lunch until four. Did you expect, perhaps, a postcard kiss over the doormat, […]