I must stop being afraid

by Daniela López Amézquita from the Bronx, New York

 
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Cuando era niña me gustaba buscar figuras en las vetas del piso de mármol de la casa de mis tías. Nunca olvidaré al payaso que se formaba en las escaleras, me daba terror. Hoy descubrí una cara en las vetas del marco de madera de mi ventana. Es como un fantasma queriéndome asustar. Una vez más debo aprender a dejar de sentir miedo.

When I was a child I liked to look for figures in the veins of the marble floor of my aunts' house. I will never forget the clown that formed on the stairs. It terrified me.

Today I discovered a face in the wood grain of my window. It's like a ghost trying to scare me. Once again, I must stop being afraid.

 
 

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