Those verses from Maria Mercè Marçal were the main reason for this book. They are included in her posthumous poetry book: Rao del cos. I remember her a long time ago, I visited some friends and she was there, she just had her baby and she was milking her. Someone told me who she was, one of the greatest poets in Catalan language. I wish I could have talked to her, but I was too shy for that. I remember I loved the name she gave to the baby girl. And after that day, I have been reading her poetry. I had the great opportunity to see her milking her baby. I feel blessed for that.
Tiny library specialized in living words, small stories, poems, invented beings and things that can be read or seen.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
They will come from the shadows


There was a urban legend when I was a young teenager. My friends told me that if someone gave birth in certain hospitals, the doctors stole the baby and gave them to another family in adoption, telling the mother that the baby was born dead. Many years after, this legend happened to be true. Many children were stolen and given to adoption. Many children were looking for their parents. The DNA matched families. I was wondering how those people could feel, how those beings are coming from the shadows.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Negraestrella

Negraestrella was created from a song I heard when I was a child. I remember a young girl with a foreign accent singing a song about swallows and tiny swifts that know everything about life, love and the end of love. And there are the black stars in the morning. The swifts and swallows that will not come back.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Aveuglement
"Last April the 30th I read that Ernesto Sabato passed away. It was my birthday and I could not think about this important lost, but I was really touched. I read from him "Sobre heroes y tumbas" (On heroes and tombs) and there was inside one the most disturbing chapter I've ever read: "Informe para ciegos" (Report on the blind). Time for mourning arrived and one day I found a copy of an old Braille alphabet. As a mourning for Ernesto, I decided to talk about blindness. But the image I had on my head was the light. Bright light instead of darkness. But to not forget that when we first see the light, we are completely blinded".
Teresa Gomez Martorell
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Aveuglement
Starting a new project. In French, aveuglement means blinded by the light. I was concerned about the act of seeing and light after darkness.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Book of the word
Friday, February 25, 2011
Eternelle
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