Julieta Valero (Madrid, 1971) holds a degree in Spanish Philology from the Universidad Complutense in Madrid. She has published stories, poems and articles in many literary journals, including Ínsula, ABC de las letras, Turia, Vulcane, Minerva, El Maquinista de la general, and Diario de poesía (Argentina) among many others. She has been included in numerous anthologies—Inéditos, 11 poetas [Unpublished, 11 Poets] (2002); 33 de Radio […]
We are dogs that abandon dogs. We roam over trails reminiscent of the sound of swarms. A better future does not await the gods. I I am going to die, and those are my lineages. […]
Somos perros que abandonan perros. Discurrimos por senderos que recuerdan el sonido de los enjambres. A los dioses no les aguarda un futuro mejor. […]
To see oneself like the ocean where big waves can happen and schools of fish in reality so solitary. The more supernatural green will lose everything because in the end, the Sun is in charge. The exercise of freedom does not exist but it will be necessary to pretend […]
Asumirse como océano donde pueden acontecer grandes olas y bancos de peces en realidad muy solitarios. El verde más sobrenatural lo perderá todo porque en definitiva el Sol es quien manda. El ejercicio de la libertad no existe pero habrá que disimular —un hallazgo que a menudo sucede […]
You occur in everything that remains unnamed. You happen in the sand escaping the hand of time. Your sex occurs while nobody watches, flowers and graduates in a sad room and nobody is going to see it. You have a place in your mother’s eyes, in the mouth of friends, tailors and shopkeepers, in […]
Transcurres en todo lo que queda innombrado. Sucedes en la arena que a la mano del tiempo se escapa. Ocurre tu sexo mientras nadie lo mira, florece y se licencia en un triste salón y nadie va a verle. Tienes lugar en los ojos de tu madre, en la boca de amigos, sastres y […]
More than growth, aspire to vary the forms of your sanity. Hold on to this body that looking toward its tropics keeps you good and hot. For all those who work, the season of heaven is from Friday to Sunday. To stop, to watch the passing clouds is still the starting point. Mother nature […]