Autobiography with fantasy.

My personal Big Bang exploded in a place handpicked by the gods: Colombia. A space where magic and dreams ran together chasing love, stopping at parties, and dancing to the music of the orchestras. I was born between night and day, so I do not know if I come from the sun or the moon. Anyway, I am light.

I am the daughter of a protective lioness and a fish who liked to swim, a creature born of two enemies who looked each other in the eye. One was the hunter, and the other was the prey, but the owners of infinity intervened in destiny. From a blow to stardust, the unexpected happened. With a claw in the water, the lioness caught the fish and instead of eating it she fell in love with him. My mother was born in July and must have been called Juliet. Men loved her, and she bewitched them inadvertently. Her parents named her Mariela that sounded like the sea and her. My father, Fernando Jesús, was a king of the month of March, far from the kingdom of Aragon, who read the Bible and loved to whistle.

And I am Margarita, with the gentle roar of the sea in my name and a descendant of beasts and monarchs. Fortunately, I can nimbly swim the rivers without drowning and sneak through the jungle with agility. In times of danger, I have escaped the nets of fishermen and the shooting of hunters. I am a woman that belongs to the wild animal kingdom, adores fresh and saltwater and has cosmic mane and silver scales. Since I was a child, the sound of rain has fascinated me. I am bewitched by the drops of dew and prefer to escape lightening and storms. I have slipped in the wind and have been a passenger of many planes,have  run to reach happy trains and have sailed the waters on a boat. People call me a world traveler, and a polyglot too. I get younger putting my feet in the sea while listening to the waves; and at that moment, in an instant, I feel like flying.

I carry the name Mosquera. I have wings like flies, although I have a human body. I have become entangled in the cobwebs of men and got caught by some smart deceiving lizards. My mosquito buzz has intentionally kept many humans awake. People have bought mosquito nets to defend themselves from my spirit and I scare them when I get angry. Sometimes, I have saved myself by playing a dead fly.

A heroic ancestor of mine fought in the war. When the King of Spain touched his shoulder with his sword to make him a knight of the court, seeing him covered with blood that attracted the mosquitos, he exclaimed, «Flies you have all over, and many mosquitos you bring. You will be Mosquera a loyal subject of the crown of Spain”. Voilà. My name is Margarita Mosquera I exist, and I write.

The power of an etcetera, a pen and a pair of heels

I have been able to walk the streets of life in high heels. After crossing many bridges and traversing the world, I have finally realized that my purpose is to write and exercise the power of words. In my blog I will create with my own voice. I will sit down to write stories for you, and will not take off the stilettos that are a symbol of boldness. I am daring to walk through the hills and the literary valleys with heels. If I break them, I will buy another pair.
I want to offer you many life stories. Let me walk through your soul. I will take memories from the drawers of the past and dig out the boxes of the present. I will dry my sheets, written in ink, on the rope of clothes dangling in your yard. I will copy my narratives to the virtual cloud of your phone, paste them to your wall, and download them to your mind.
I want you to read my stories, on a bus, on your bed, in the park, between music and boredom. I wish to break the silence of your loneliness, to entertain you. Maybe I will help you feel that you can rebuild your life and be thankful for it. Reinvent yourself with me. I promise to weave the letters, one by one, as best I can. My brain will manufacture lightweight fabrics to cover you with threads of different colors and wefts.

I am passionate about telling stories for wine and coffee. Writing challenges my raison d’être. I am trying to figure out how to travel with the written word and remain on the air because I do not want to be forgotten. Maybe one day I will write a book. Now, something easier. I do not intend to stay in the inkwell forever. I am a flower with petals that speak, a Margarita in stories, and a writer constantly looking for another etcetera.