Beatriz GaraiaNegroniUn poema sobre este mejunje fantástico, que me sabe a puñetazo en un beso.Aug 18, 2020Aug 18, 2020
Beatriz GaraiainLockDown DiariesNidosUna entrada de diario dedicada a la posibilidad de belleza en la suciedad que me acompaña durante este interminable encierro.Jun 27, 2020Jun 27, 2020
Beatriz GaraiaThe pornography of thingsA musing on objects and desire. On objects, as desire. On clean pornography. Free of bodies (and objectification).Apr 4, 2020Apr 4, 2020
Beatriz GaraiaThe Comfort of Digital TurtlesA reflection on hospital pain, screen comforts and ways to accept them both, alone.Sep 24, 2019Sep 24, 2019
Beatriz GaraiaA room of one’s own |or| Las MoscasA memory of the perfect, unused, writer’s roomJul 10, 2019Jul 10, 2019
Beatriz GaraiaDiscomfort in wonderful TokyoImagine you are the last customer in a brightly-lit sushi restaurant…Jun 15, 2019Jun 15, 2019
Beatriz GaraiaHombre o noHe leido una historia profundamente perfecta. Me ha ofendido, por su prepotencia masculina. Y me ha hecho pensar en mi propia prepotencia.Apr 24, 2019Apr 24, 2019
Beatriz GaraiaThe lovers, fightI see the lovers fight. A honeymoon, perhaps, in this Paradise island.Apr 20, 2019Apr 20, 2019