Estos días han sido extrañamente pesados. No es solo el agotamiento físico, es esa sensación densa de que el mundo exterior y los muros de mi propio hogar parecen confabular para derrumbarme. A veces,

If there is one type of literature I never hesitate to read, it is biographies. I remember that the first one I read was that of Julius Caesar, but later I discovered that I preferred biographies of great

There is an almost physical threshold that occurs exactly twenty minutes after leaving the hospital following a neurology post-shift. Fatigue is no longer just a sensation but a substance. It clings to

Returning to Allende is always returning to a house I know, even if its hallways change places. My invented country, more than a novel, is a memory, a settling of accounts with nostalgia and an attempt

There is something that changes when one decides to truly look. I have spent a long time passing by the same plants, the same corners of my yard, the same nooks of the neighborhood, and yet today I set

Hoy ha sido de esos días en los que el cuerpo te pide parar y el alma te susurra que aún queda batalla. Hoy salí del hospital después de una jornada interminable de ingresos, pases de visita y diagnósticos

Isabel Allende won the Premio Planeta just a few days ago, and I, like so many readers, felt that inevitable curiosity to return to her pages. I chose El cuaderno de Maya, a book I had pending and that

You who read me often already know that I am a lover of plants. I could spend hours watching how a new leaf unfolds or how a bud decides, at last, to open itself to the sun, but if I have to confess a

Llegó el viernes y para muchos, el final de la semana representa el ansiado descanso, la desconexión de las pantallas y el reencuentro con el sofá. Para mí, como neuróloga pediatra, el viernes suele llegar

Honestly, before Anne Carson won the Nobel a few days ago, I had not decided to read her. Some time ago I read a few pages of Autobiography in Red and they seemed to me to be verses that were too fragmented,

After eight hours on my feet, with that exhaustion that seeps into your bones and makes you dream of the exact moment when you can sit down, even if it's just on the edge of the bed, I finally got home.

Últimamente, siento que el mundo se tambalea. No es una sensación abstracta ni una exageración de esas que se dicen al pasar, es una certeza que me acompaña desde que suena el despertador y me obliga a

I have spent several weeks submerged alongside you in the pages of Isabel Allende. I have traveled through her memoirs, her fiction, her characters who smell of kitchen and revolution, and today, as I

Not all weekends are for parties or outings, because there are some that are meant for growing inward and for doing things we have owed ourselves for a long time. This weekend, and especially this Sunday,

Estoy sentada en el portal de mi casa y es sábado. No hay prisa, no hay ruido más allá del canto de algún pájaro madrugador y el roce suave de una brisa que parece susurrar que hoy no hay que correr. Tengo

Paula, by Isabel Allende, belongs to those books that are read with the soul. I will never forget the day I finished it. I was sitting in the armchair in my room, with my daughter asleep in the room next

I went out at seven in the morning with that mental fog that only those who have spent twenty-four hours dealing with emergencies, diagnoses, and the emotional weight of other people's health know. I just

Tengo una amiga que es, sencillamente, fascinante. La conozco desde hace años y, a estas alturas, puedo decir que he sido testigo de algo que roza lo sobrenatural, y es su capacidad para encontrar el lado

I continue reviewing novels by Isabel Allende, and this time I have the great opportunity to talk to you about one of the books I have enjoyed most by the Chilean writer: Long Petal of the Sea. I am not

I arrive from the hospital with tiredness stuck to my bones, that fatigue that does not go away with a nap but weighs on the soul. The air conditioning, the smell of disinfectant and the constant murmur