Luna Miguel
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in Madrid, Spain
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August 2010
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Leer mata
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Caliente
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2021
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2 editions
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El funeral de Lolita
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published
2018
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5 editions
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El coloquio de las perras
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published
2019
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4 editions
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Poesía masculina
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published
2021
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3 editions
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Un amor español
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published
2023
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2 editions
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El arrecife de las sirenas
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published
2017
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3 editions
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Ternura y derrota
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Los estómagos
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published
2015
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4 editions
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La tumba del marinero
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published
2013
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3 editions
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“La tristeza ya no es bonita, es solo tristeza y
por eso hablamos con frases breves y oraciones
tiernas. ¿Salvará la ternura a los enfermos?”
― Los estómagos
por eso hablamos con frases breves y oraciones
tiernas. ¿Salvará la ternura a los enfermos?”
― Los estómagos
“i don't want to hate the president
i don't want to go to harvard
i don't want to win the pulitzer prize
i just want to sit in my bathtub
and think about relationships i will never have
with people i will never meet
and then go lay in my bed
with a magnifying glass
and count all the stiches in my sheets
until i fall asleep
and wake up
to repeat again.”
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i don't want to go to harvard
i don't want to win the pulitzer prize
i just want to sit in my bathtub
and think about relationships i will never have
with people i will never meet
and then go lay in my bed
with a magnifying glass
and count all the stiches in my sheets
until i fall asleep
and wake up
to repeat again.”
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“Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.”
― The Complete Poems
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.”
― The Complete Poems
“Quiero que los poetas dejen de llamarse poetas y comiencen a llamarse sueños y que los sueños comiencen a llamarse estrellas o luciérnagas o arroyos o triciclos”
― El Sueño de Visnu
― El Sueño de Visnu
“i will learn how to love a person and then i will teach you and then we will know"
seen from a great enough distance i cannot be seen
i feel this as an extremely distinct sensation
of feeling like shit; the effect of small children
is that they use declarative sentences and then look at your face
with an expression that says, ‘you will never do enough
for the people you love’; i can feel the universe expanding
and it feels like no one is trying hard enough
the effect of this is an extremely shitty sensation
of being the only person alive; i have been alone for a very long time
it will take an extreme person to make me feel less alone
the effect of being alone for a very long time
is that i have been thinking very hard and learning
about mortality, loneliness, people, society, and love; i am afraid
that i am not learning fast enough; i can feel the universe expanding
and it feels like no one has ever tried hard enough; when i cried in your room
it was the effect of an extremely distinct sensation that ‘i am the only person
alive,’ ‘i have not learned enough,’ and ‘i can feel the universe expanding
and making things be further apart
and it feels like a declarative sentence
whose message is that we must try harder”
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seen from a great enough distance i cannot be seen
i feel this as an extremely distinct sensation
of feeling like shit; the effect of small children
is that they use declarative sentences and then look at your face
with an expression that says, ‘you will never do enough
for the people you love’; i can feel the universe expanding
and it feels like no one is trying hard enough
the effect of this is an extremely shitty sensation
of being the only person alive; i have been alone for a very long time
it will take an extreme person to make me feel less alone
the effect of being alone for a very long time
is that i have been thinking very hard and learning
about mortality, loneliness, people, society, and love; i am afraid
that i am not learning fast enough; i can feel the universe expanding
and it feels like no one has ever tried hard enough; when i cried in your room
it was the effect of an extremely distinct sensation that ‘i am the only person
alive,’ ‘i have not learned enough,’ and ‘i can feel the universe expanding
and making things be further apart
and it feels like a declarative sentence
whose message is that we must try harder”
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“Era domingo, no había duda de eso.
Esperanto podía reconocer un domingo bajo cualquier disfraz; incluso escondido en la forma más refinada de camouflage.
Una vez - Esperanto se había tomado el trabajo de memorizar la frase pero no el nombre del libro o del autor- había leído algo así como: "Era domingo; no un día exactamente sino una grieta entre dos días".
Esperanto había caído demasiadas veces por esa grieta hasta tocar fondo. Esperanto odiaba los domingos casi tanto como los lunes. Es más, Esperanto no estaba del todo convencido de que se tratara de días diferentes. Los domingos y los lunes actuaban siempre en tándem; como esos perfectamente coordinados hermanos siameses; como en esas películas donde dos policías interrogaban bajo el haz de luz de una lámpara al inocente injustamente acusado del asesinato de una familia de pastores puritanos o del secuestro de un filatelista centenario a quien el pobre incauto nunca había visto en su vida. el domingo era el policía bueno y el lunes el policía malo. O viceversa”
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Esperanto podía reconocer un domingo bajo cualquier disfraz; incluso escondido en la forma más refinada de camouflage.
Una vez - Esperanto se había tomado el trabajo de memorizar la frase pero no el nombre del libro o del autor- había leído algo así como: "Era domingo; no un día exactamente sino una grieta entre dos días".
Esperanto había caído demasiadas veces por esa grieta hasta tocar fondo. Esperanto odiaba los domingos casi tanto como los lunes. Es más, Esperanto no estaba del todo convencido de que se tratara de días diferentes. Los domingos y los lunes actuaban siempre en tándem; como esos perfectamente coordinados hermanos siameses; como en esas películas donde dos policías interrogaban bajo el haz de luz de una lámpara al inocente injustamente acusado del asesinato de una familia de pastores puritanos o del secuestro de un filatelista centenario a quien el pobre incauto nunca había visto en su vida. el domingo era el policía bueno y el lunes el policía malo. O viceversa”
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Es un placer tenerte como amiga :).