a mi falta de perfección frente a tu imaginario.

Entro y salgo de cuadros de ansiedad

y labios moribundos llenos de lujuriosas ideas.

Busco calor de hogar

un poco de machismo

que me haga sentir importante

y solo encuentro frio.

Aunque no es fácil de explicar

suelo ahorcar mis frustración

pero ya no encuentro un lugar para ocultar mis muertos.

¿Me convertí en un absurdo?

Juego con la cortina deseando

que aparezca la luz

que te despierte, que me ilumine

la luz que me haga recordar aquellos años donde amarte

era más fácil porque tú también lo hacías.

Pronto la sombra se hará más pequeña

Hablo con mis muertos

y dejo claro mi desprendimiento

Me abrazan en silencio y se marchan

¿A dónde irán? ¿A dónde van los recuerdos?

Un hombre sin sombra se diluye en el silencio.

Por: Jorge Iván Avendaño

I confess that I have sinned, at least in my thoughts, and to make matters worse, it was during a mass in Managua, Nicaragua, almost 20 years ago, when I was serving as a diplomatic service in the Embassy of Colombia in that country. That sinful act occurred when I met Ashley Judd, or more exactly the back of her neck and part of her back.

For those who are not sufficiently cinephile, Ashley Judd is an American actress of film and television, who began her career in an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation. In 1991 she was introduced as a promising actress in the film Ruby in Paradise (1994), since then she has participated in notable films such as Smoke (1995), Heat (1995), A Time to Kill (1996), Kiss the Girls (1997), Double Jeopardy (1999), Bug (2006). The younger ones have known her for a character in the Divergent series.

In 2002 she played Tina Modotti in Frida, the film that starred and was produced by her friend Salma Hayek. It turns out that the two actresses visited Nicaragua in 2006, in the middle of a solidarity campaign against AIDS. Ambassador Melba Martínez, RIP, asked our colleague and friend Andrés Gáfaro and the undersigned columnist to attend one of the events, a mass where the movie stars would be. So, it was, and we sat in the seats that had been designated for the diplomatic corps, precisely a couple of benches behind those assigned to the actresses. It must have been one of the most crowded religious celebrations in the history of the Nicaraguan capital.

We did not see Salma Hayek, but the one who arrived was Ashley Judd, very nice, who offered us a kind smile and a gesture with her hand. She was wearing a strapless dress, with a moderate neckline and her hair tied in two ponytails that showed her neck and part of her back in a very youthful touch. As if I were a moviegoer, I must say that my position was enviable, since I was right behind her and in the front row, there was a short, chubby lady, wife of some local dignitary, who did not obstruct the view.

I hope that my priest friends will take this note as an untimely confession and not excommunicate me, but the truth is, I could not concentrate on the Holy Eucharist, although I must say that half the congregation was like that. Nobody missed the gestures of the cordial actress, in my case, I even thought that at the time of the exchange of the greeting of peace, I could try to shake her hand, but there was the problem of the front bench and its occupants. When the time came, I settled for greeting Andrés and the lady in front, who had shaken Judd’s hand, so, indirectly and through the lady in question, I must have shared something of Ashley’s presence.

Ashley Judd has not had an easy life, a victim of abuse in the past, she was one of the brave ones who accused producer Harvey Weinstein at the time and has been constant in her humanitarian activism, defending various causes. Fans of IndyCar racing surely recognize Judd, because she was married to Dario Franchitti, a legendary driver in that category, colleague of the Colombian pilot Juan Pablo Montoya, so I suppose that the Montoya family must have shared on and off the track with Ashley Judd. Franchitti is British with Italian roots, which he shares with Judd, whose father was Italian, in fact her given name is Ashley Tyler Ciminella.

Judd comes from a very artistic family, because her mother (Naomi) and her older sister (Wynonna), were country singers, and although she has talent for singing, she has only starred in one musical, the biography of the composer Cole Porter, in which she performs some songs (De-lovely, 2004). She has also been a woman with academic interests, a graduate of the University of Kentucky (French) and Harvard (public policy).

Having finished this confession, for which I hope to be forgiven, I must say in my defense that that vision of Ashley Judd was simply heavenly, perhaps because she has proven to be a true angel.

Dixon Acosta Medellín

Colombian writer known in the diplomat world as Dixon Moya. 

On what used to be called Twitter, during recess you can find him as @dixonmedellin

Por: Andrey Gutiérrez

Eres el sueño que me acompaña cuando me hallo solo.

El viento que brinda su suave toque.

La locura y confidencia libre de reproche; pensamiento latente que vive en mi hoy.

El agua que puede saciar la sed de un alma vagabunda.

El sol que calienta y desmonta mis fríos recuerdos, como flor que alegra el pensamiento que vuela cuando quiero estar en blanco.

Suspiro que se roba cada palabra que exhalo. La fuerza extra que siento, cuando creo que fallo.

El motivo que me inspira a mirar al cielo, La mano que toco aún estando lejos. El reflejo en una profunda laguna.

Eres la montaña que quiero conquistar. Ese algo que imposible que anhelo derribar; ese puerto seguro donde espero atracar.

Eres dueña de una fuerza con la que quiero batallar.

Y vencerte entre mil risas, a ti, cálido cuerpo donde quiero refugiar mi frívola vida.

Y eres, motivo que no puedo controlar. Las líneas que el corazón hace deletrear en mis manos, la sonrisa que inunda y se adueña de mis fibras.

Por:  Carlos Fernando Gutiérrez

Las pasiones son infinitas como los seres humanos.

Hay quienes se lanzan a la incertidumbre, buscando certezas. Otros creen que solo serán felices en lugares lejanos y extraños.

Hay quienes desafían sus límites corporales, buscando retarse a si mismos. Otros traspasan su ética y buscan el poder, la fama o el dinero.

Muchos permanecen en la rutina de ser ellos mismos y solo mirarán el cielo cuando exhalen sus últimas palabras.

Otros nos hacemos caminos y aventuramos los pasos por senderos, lugares y horizontes.

Solo buscamos la elemental belleza del viento o la luz, la huella del pájaro en la tarde, el sonido del agua entre las piedras, la canción de las hojas secas.

Quizás esta es la felicidad… la que no hace ruido, ni se aplaude.

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