MARINA OPPENHEIMER BOOKS AND BLOG

  ¿POR QUÉ?   A veces, cuando me siento al borde del agua me pregunto cuál fue el sentido de nuestra jornada; y no lo encuentro. Y cuando a la noche miro la ventana con ojos de asombro me digo que nuestro andar por la vida fue misterioso.   Y, sin embargo, yo sé que nada en el universo es azaroso; las palabras que se dicen y las miradas que se dirigen siempre es hacia un destino predestinado y no a otro. Me duele el alma no haber descubierto su significado.   Hoy, cuando la vida casi se acaba, aún desconozco aquel lenguaje que hubiera acercado nuestras almas, nuestras penas y nuestros delirios, nuestros deseos. Ahora es tarde; me despido y me encamino hacia otro destino.  

  Last month one of my cousins from Argentina came to spend some time in Miami. The day she arrived she called me to ask me to dinner that same evening. It had been a while since we had seen each other and she was eager to talk to me. She said that she had not had time yet to rent a car, so I told her that I would pick her up at around 7pm. So, I did and since I arrived to her place a little early, I called her to come down. After approximately ten minutes I saw her walk towards my parked car, and what I saw was not what I was expecting to see. This cousin of mine is always very concerned about her appearance and is usually in a good mood, especially when she is travelling. Apparently, this time she did not seem to have the energy to look better. After exchanging warm greetings, I started driving towards the restaurant; while we were having dinner, she told me that she was in a bout of depression because, after many years of mourning, she was still not able to overcome the pain of ...