Poem
Isabel Talero It’s funny to see, after spending years fascinated by the great tragedies of history, I might be living one myself. It feels bittersweet and eye opening, on one hand, how this uncommon series of unfortunate events feeds shamelessly my morbid desire of knowing what can go wrong next. At the same time that I desperately wish it will be over soon. It’s not easy going through the realization that all your plans have changed, and that the life that surrounds you is tiptoeing on the edge. Time leaps and pauses, in a never ending dance of alien monotony as I hit my 18th day trapped in this viciously comfortable cage. By looking outside the door, I constantly get swallowed by the roaring chaos of the world. Therefore I've decided to have a glance, to dive, to burst, in the sea of unsolved chronicles that i carry inside. Ironic as it sounds, living as myself does not mean in living in myself. So I decided to adventure in the living maz...