Rebeca Medina

Falling in love? To me, the strangest thing is letting go of myself. Feeling like I’m going down a roller coaster, and then I realize I’m not attached to the seat, but I don’t care, because I rely on him, and it’s OK. I don’t mean dependency, or submission, that’s bad, but trusting someone so much that you lose control. I feel like fighting beside him, for him, ruthlessly, not that I could die for him because I want to survive to stay together, yet I could kill for him… Then, when we come home, soaking wet in blood, sweat and dirt, I am willing to heal his wounds and look after him… Not talking, because there is nothing to talk… And I will have him watching me in my sleep, holding me tight, consoling me from my nightmares, caressing me and making me feel every thing’s alright. And then I know I’m in love and I’m screwed, so I hope it never happens to you. The end.

All the creepy scenarios of unfinished bridges and abandoned new buildings depicted in this story are based on real ones. Many of them still remain the same. I am not talking about Marcos as a character, but of the whole country as a character. This book is for all those who kept fighting to build their present and future, and for those who still do. —  Prologue to “Black spots”, Rebeca Medina

  Hi everyone, this is a mirror blog to medrebeca.tumblr.com , where I'll publish all my writing in English. Here you will see chapters of my novel, "Black Spots", short stories, fan fiction, and random thoughts I put into words.  You can also check my blog in Spanish   Nice to meet you all.