Status Updates From Piñen: Stories

‘—its name is Mapocho—To understand—its song, its language, its movement—perhaps we can translate tomorrow—Writing—to recover language, to revive community knowledge—continuity and exile. I carry the river’s voice inside me. My work is a translation of these experiences—of language, silence—diaspora—Perhaps we were just doing the same thing as our ancestors—A fabric of pulses—dormant energies—prayers, and offerings.’

¿Han visto cómo brota la maleza de la tierra seca? (cuento 1)

“la falta de ruido amenazaba el territorio desde lo más profundo de nuestras soledades. De eso se trataba esta mala broma de la colectividad presionada por la aglomeración. La comunidad es otra cosa. Por eso hablábamos gritando de escalera a escalera.