Micaela García PRESENTE

Eran casi las cinco de la tarde y fui llegando hacia vos, o vos viniste llegando hacia mí. Me mirabas desde el homenaje que las pibas que tienen la bandera de tu lucha decidieron hacerte, vos siempre presente vas a estar. Los ojos en desafío y la sonrisa de sueños por mil, la pasión de la juventud en tu retrato, ideales en pecho. Saludé y me quedé mirándote, así como perdida, medio encontrada, no me salía pedirte más que perdón, porque alguien tiene que hacerlo y porque la Justicia todavía no lo hace. Perdón porque te encontraste con lo peor de esta Suciedad que si te matan pregunta por el largo de la pollera y si aparecés viva dice que sos una "Puta de mierda" que se fue "caliente atrás de una pija", como si fuera malo que una mujer estuviera "caliente" o peor que estés viva. Guarda que la figura de la mujer dueña de su sexualidad no es bien recibida, asusta se ve. No vaya a ser que te des cuenta que no sos objeto de nadie y les quieras armar una revolución.

Me mirabas y me hacía la fuerte para no llorar (te), porque si arrancaba no iba a parar y era momento de prestarte la voz como vos nos la prestabas a todas. De a poco se iba llenando la plaza y adónde miraras había gente que venía a pelear tu lucha, qué lindo, Mica, qué feo, Mica.

Quisiera haber llevado una buena cámara para mostrar lo que veía, pero tuve mis ojos y tengo estas palabras para intentar explicar. Dentro del dolor miraban sonrisas cómplices, de amigas que se acompañaban alentándose; abrazos interminables que intentaban emparchar las almas; rostros que cargaban el dolor de años de silencios y hambre, hambre de respeto e igualdad. Y sed, sed de volver tranquilas a casa.

Te marchamos, te llamamos, te cantamos, te respetamos en silencio, te rezamos, te recordamos, te prometimos, te seguimos luchando, te buscamos, te encontramos, te hablamos, te pedimos fuerzas, te dimos fuerzas, te escuchamos, te tuvimos... siempre ahí. 

Casi al final, cuando estábamos cerca de la Municipalidad unas finas gotas nos tocaron desde arriba y supimos nuevamente que ahí estabas. El coro te habló:

Open letter to censorship


Lately I've been reading more and more that writers, actors, singers, and any celebrity shouldn't have an opinion over anything that's not what they do for a living and if they do they're being harassed over social media and told that they should shut their mouths and mind their own business (write/act/sing/etc). This, beyond being rude, seems terribly ridiculous to me. Why's that? Well, as a start, we're all citizens with rights and that some of those citizens are famous for their jobs doesn't end their right to freely express their opinions and act towards their ideals or beliefs. We all have that right, it's called freedom of expression and it's been a while since it was entitled to everyone and not just a few. We don't get to decide who can speak and what they can speak about. If what they're saying, for whatever reason, makes you uncomfortable, just skip it, maybe read something else in that moment and come back to them whenever they say something that may interest you. You don't have to agree a hundred percent with someone to like them, you wouldn't have a family or friends if not, but you also can't shut them. It's disrespectful. Imagine that someone comes and says 'Hey, you're housewife/chef/teacher/seller, just do your job and don't talk about anything else because I say so'. Well, people would start to have very little conversation with their neighbours, coworkers and even friends. Groups would be formed depending on what you work and you would ONLY talk about that. Imagine, if you already don't like to go to work EVERYDAY, how it'd be to have to JUST have to speak about it 24/7 for the rest of your life. It doesn't sound very enticing, huh?

So be it, we're all people with the same rights and bla bla bla, I think you got me, but let's go beyond that. Let's ask ourselves, if those who have a voice that can be heard over the noise don't speak up, if those who can help the ones whose voices aren't being heard don't do it, if those who are in the place to shake things up don't shake them, then who? Then why? Why have a voice if you won't use it? Why have the power to give it to someone else? Why can you help but you don't? Everyone is entitled to choose their battles and if you don't like the battles they choose, just let them anyhow. If you're so sure that what they're saying is wrong then you should also be sure that they will go unheard. But if you, only for a second, tremble upon it and think they must be silenced, then maybe there's something in you that may be fearing they're right about whatever they're deciding to speak about...


Release blitz + Review: Anything you can do, R.S. Grey

Anything you can do

Title: Anything You Can Do
Author: R.S. Grey
Release Date: Feb 2, 2017
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Lucas Thatcher has always been my enemy.

It’s been a decade since I’ve seen him, but our years on opposite coasts were less of a lasting peace and more of a temporary cease-fire. Now that we’re both back in our small town, I know Lucas expects the same old war, but I’ve changed since high school—and from the looks of it, so has he.

The arrogant boy who was my teenage rival is now a chiseled doctor armed with intimidating good looks. He is Lucas Thatcher 2.0, the new and improved version I’ll be competing with in the workplace instead of the schoolyard.

I’m not worried; I’m a doctor now too, board-certified and sexy in a white coat. It almost feels like winning will be too easy—until Lucas unveils a tactic neither of us has ever used before: sexual warfare.

The day he pushes me up against the wall and presses his lips to mine, I can’t help but wonder if he’s filling me with passion or poison. Every fleeting touch is perfect torture. With every stolen kiss, my walls crumble a little more. After all this time, Lucas knows exactly how to strip me of my defenses, but I’m in no hurry to surrender.

Knowing thy enemy has never felt so good.

I am a lover of books, chocolate, reality TV, black labs, and cold weather. Seriously, if I had it my way I would be curled up on the couch with all of those things… everyday.

I live in Texas where I spend my free time writing and reading. My favorite authors are Mindy Kaling & Jonathan Safran Foer. I’m a comedy geek and love all things “funny”. Women like Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, and Mindy Kaling are definitely the biggest inspirations for my writing, though I think my work tends to skew a bit smuttier than theirs.



R.S Grey's words were, once again, addictive

I'm a sucker for Grey's stories, they instantly draw me in and this was no different. It was fun, well written and the pace of the story is fast. I read this in a day and didn't want to put it down.

"Friction implies contact. What we have is magnetic repulsion."

Daisy, though she may seem childish, is a sassy, a bit crazy, and hilarious woman. She reminds me of R.S. Grey's previous heroine, Georgie, who is my favourite from hers. I did enjoy her thinking and she got me laughing plenty times.

"Men regularly mistake my exhausted ramblings and honest deprecation as humor and personality"

Lucas, from the very first POV of his kind of stole my heart. I won't say why, just that he was very sweet and charming.

"Can you kill someone with a kiss? I think that's what he's doing- slaying me his mouth"

I enjoyed this book very much, laughed a lot and giggled with them.

My first question towards the author after reading it was: "When are we having your next work?", junkie much? lol.

So, if you're looking for a laugh, or you enjoy an enemies-to-lovers romance, I recommend this to you.

"He tastes like a guilty pleasure, one that will undoubtedly sour once I'm alone again"

I voluntarily reviewed an Advanced Readers Copy of this book
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