This is how I like to learn: making mistakes. Yes, I know that there are a lot of mistakes in my English writing, but this is just the beginning, so it doesn’t matter, at least not for me. I like to face errors as they represent the boundaries of fear. If I didn’t even try, due to my own insecurity, I wouldn’t do anything, I wouldn’t be writing right now. So I’ll keep on going. And if anyone wants to point me out a mistake, I’ll be grateful.

Agustín Rodríguez Cuesta

As you must have seen (at least some of you), I started writing a long time ago.  And this feels like to start all over again to me. That is the main reason for me to be writing about nothing at all. I mean, I’m not writing stories yet, but when I started writing in Spanish, I didn’t either. It was like this, addressing thoughts, reflections, and feelings without not attempt to reach any kind of poetic quality. So, I will keep writing and posting texts like this no matter what. It doesn’t matter if you don’t read me (though I would like to), since the main goal is to set hands free and pretend that I’m communicating with someone who needs to understand me in the best possible way. That’s why I need to post my writings: at least I need to believe that someone else is going to readme. The fact is that, since I’m studying English Translation, I have no time for writing. And that’s a hard thing to say, because I’m a writer, and probably that is the only thing I have ever truly been. Writing is the only thing I ever needed to go on, no matter what. And I can sure you that there has been a lot of those “no matter what” throughout my life. You can imagine how difficult it can be for me to quit writing completely. And as I have to improve my English as much as possible, I’m allowing myself to write, but just in English. Thereby, I’ll be doing two things at the same time: writing, and studying. Of course my English is not the best, but let’s face it, I’m not that good in Spanish either. ;)

To be continued…

It was a hot and grey spring day around seven. Exactly as now, while I’m writing this. I had just returned from a meeting of friends in which was she, the girl I liked. She was two years older than me, and despite she likes me too, she thought that our age difference was not convenient. So that afternoon I came back to my house and walked through straight to the back garden. I stayed standing there, staring at the sky. Suddenly started drizzling, and tiny drops began falling over my face. I remember quite well what I thought at that moment: what an awful sadness. I felt it that way, like if it was the most absolutely perfect sadness that could ever exist on earth. I was an ignorant, of course. And then I came up with two lines about that feeling, in a poetic way, and I felt a little better immediately, as if I had just found beauty in that pain, and consolation in this psychological alchemy.

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I was 14 years old when I wrote my first words, in literary terms, of course. It was 20 years ago, around this same time. I remember it quite well. How couldn’t I? It was a magic process to me. As if I had discovered a secret weapon to fight against all evils. From that moment on, I was able to face the pain, the fear, the uncertainty, the rejection, the anxiety, and every kind of hurtful feeling in a much more efficient way. It made me stronger.

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Task: Read the theory of describing objects and write a text indicating what the sound machine looks like and what it is for (write between 200 and 230 words).

My answer: The sound machine is a three feet long, heavy black box, with three dials in its front. It has a button that moves a needle across a large central dial, like the wavelength dial of a radio. This dial is marked with numbers that start at 15,000 and goes up to 1,000,000. Besides, it can be seen the movement of the machine inside the box. The sound machine allows capturing high frequency sounds which are not audible for the human ear. These sounds are picked up by the machine and reproduced through earphones. Klausner invented this device because he wanted to find out if it was possible to hear the hidden sounds of the world. This way, he discovered, for example, that flowers and trees cry and yell while they are being hurt. It seems that I have accomplished the task number two without reaching the at-least-two-hundred-words target, so I’ll try to get away whistling softly, as if nothing had happened, and perhaps the teacher won’t notice it. I’ll just keep walking with lowered eyes and my hands in my pockets. My whistling by now is so sharp and soft that only Klausner could hear it. Almost got it! Aaand... I’m out.

Teacher feedback: Hahahahaha, loved it! You’ve made my Monday! =)

Agustín Rodríguez Cuesta

I went out into the street and the night reminded me of you. As if memories, now wet, took me back to that freshly-rained present: the sparkles on the asphalt, the anachronically-fresh air thickness, the world spinning over my head, and just ahead, a girl on a bike with love in her eyes. With love and fears; some old ones, some new. It is the last time I see her. The first and the last. The same as it is with you. The first time in many years that I see you as if it was the last time. And you both go away… and I stay, as every so often, drying my memories.

(A brief tribute to the eternity of the past)

Agustín Rodríguez Cuesta

I knew it since the first time. I knew I was going to do it sooner or later. I didn’t find the strength to talk about this till now. Perhaps in this language, in this foreign tongue that it is not mine, I can say it easily. But wait, no, I didn’t kill her literally. I killed her when I left her. Not because I’m the best man on earth, the most beautiful, intelligent, nor even the best option for her, but because she loved me so much that she couldn’t believe it. Eleven years together. I definitely broke her heart in pieces. Two years went by since then. I knew another girl and we are having a great time together. But still, I feel terrible any time I remember her, and I must say, that I remember her a lot. I feel guilty. I didn’t knew that I could feel such a pain after so long. She was a great person. She IS a great person. I hope she has overcome this. I hope she has survived me. But why did I say that I knew I was going to kill her? Well, we tried to settle out our differences, but we both knew, since the beginning, that that may be not possible. And as time went on, our differences became more remarkable. Still, she didn’t seems to care at all. She wanted to go on. For my part, I felt it was enough. And it was a bloodbath. I don’t know if I killed her, but it felt as death to me, and a part of me has gone with her too.

Agustín

Words have been said, a lot of them... Where did they come from? Thoughts have been thought, all kinds from around the world... Can we trust in ourselves? Actions have been performed by mankind... Do we know where are we going? It is said that people are awesome, that the spark of some god has been given to us. So, we have the fuel, the machine and the light... But, who made us? Do we need to know? Are we able to understand? Some kind of belief is needed to keep going, but it seems that faith has been lost. The emptiness could be felt. What are we going to choose to fill it up? How many songs are needed? How many TV hours? How many friends? Answers don’t come easily. But there’s one thing and one thing only that makes us forget every question in our heads: Love. That will always be, forever and ever, till the last second of life, the strongest force in our bodies to helping us in surviving. The human species has been saved by love since the beginning. Every time we fight, every time we dream, every time we cry, in the bottom of our souls we’re making it for love. We’re surrendered to it. We’re always making love, but love made us first.

Agustín