Estoy bien. Y me consuelo, me controlo pensando que esta angustia nocturna debe ser similar a lo que siente la gente que vive en guerra; un constante temor a la muerte. A morir entre el violento estruendo de un ataque
Hoy mi abuelo cumpliría noventa años. Y lo pienso, y cierro los ojos y lo imagino ahí, sentado en su sillón, sacando gomitas con chile escondidas en alguna bolsa de plástico en el descansabrazos; y no puedo imaginar lo que
Ahí está, de pie atrás del cristal de la regadera, mirando su cuerpo, distrayendo su mirada de ella, quien recargada en el marco de la puerta lo mira hacer. Ahí está, mirando al piso pero queriendo verla, mirando al frente
Acknowledgement of Country
I pay my respects to the Traditional Owners of the land and waterways, as well as their elders, past, present, and future. I acknowledge that the land in which I now live, grow, dance, and mother, always was, and always will be, Aboriginal land.
I extend this respect to all Indigenous peoples of this continent and world, recognising their cultures as the oldest continuous living cultures in human history. I recognise the deep and enduring spiritual connections and relationship Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people have with community, as well as the lands, oceans, waterways, air, and sky. I recognise that violence and suffering are an inextricable part of this world’s colonial past and – whether its colonial violence or not – that past still impacts to this day.
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