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  Photo by Briana Tozour on Unsplash Tu pasado Un sentimiento de disociación Una avenida que ya no reconoces Un recuerdo borroso Una persona en quien ya no piensas Una opinión que ya no compartes Por otro lado tu presente Un lenguaje que no siempre entiendes Unos recuerdos que no siempre compartes Un humor que no siempre te hace reír Una moda que no siempre sienta bien Un clima que no va con tu piel Emigrar es aceptar vivir En un espacio liminal Es añorar aquello, y apreciar esto Es rechazar, y es abrazar Cuando uno se va de su país Se da cuenta que tomará mucho tiempo Saber a cual código postal llamar casa De hecho, es quizá nunca saberlo con certeza Porque migrar es aceptar Nunca estar enteramente Aquí Y tampoco estar completamente Allá

  My baby, Dex Espínola 💛 This past week was rough. Some would say its because Mercury is in retrograde. Some would justify it by saying they got up on the wrong side of the bed. I'd rather say "its life," because really, no matter how hard we try to find explanations for some things, we live in a fallen and broken world in which suffering and sadness can be right around the corner at any given time. But, absolutely nothing that happened prior to Friday could have prepared me for what was coming when the vet said we would have to say goodbye to one of our dogs. I was even more unprepared for my mum to call a mere hour later to tell me my baby, my Dex, had breathed his last. We had two Bichon Frisé pups. After having to put our first dog, Blackie, to sleep, we promised never to have another pet again. The pain of losing them was simply too much. But, one afternoon, my home phone rang and I was the only one around to pick up. It was our neighbour. It turns out their dogs...