Mexico City: San Rafael

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Muebles Sullivan, Colonia San Rafael 

The shadows of the tree branches sway on the smooth white walls of the cafe, creating patterns of fading sunlight across the temporarily out of service expresso machine. Power has been wiped out from my neighborhood so for the first time in eight years, I am alone with my self and with this overwhelming sense of disconnectedness we used to call rest.

Behind me engines rumble and wheels screech to a halt every minute. The microbuses and taxis shuttle several hundreds to the north south east and deep west of the city.

Clouds gather and humidity begins to lightly coat car hoods and the leaves of surrounding lemon trees. We’re experiencing a winter storm in the middle of March. Suddenly the sky is muddled a dirty brown color that warns of fast approaching rain.

The wind feels sweet. Unburdened of its toxicity, it wraps already bundled bodies that hustle in every direction, home-bound.

Behind me the sun quickly sets. The sunlit patterns are fading away, and still no internet.

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Soy mujer que escribe, mujer que ama. Viviendo entre México, D.F. y Los Ángeles, California, soy perpetuamente una mujer y amante transfronterista. Soy la mujer que vive y piensa y algún día, como escribió Giocondo Belli, mis ojos encenderán luciérnagas.

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