Sempiternal dubitation lies above me: Is kismet nothing more than demised flesh? Is esse nothing more than a dreadful exile? Perpetual worriment stands beside me: Is heyday nothing more than a fugacious bloom? Is senescence just a grim, dire nadir? We are all the same, we come from nowhere; no deity has made us, no … Sigue leyendo Liberty.
Those tiny little breakable legs, those tiny little breakable arms, those tiny little breakable feet, those tiny little breakable hands. That huge big shatterproof step, that huge big shatterproof embrace, that huge big shatterproof walk, that huge big shatterproof hug. Behind the ribs she hides her love, there burns a desire of being loved. Between … Sigue leyendo Santa Cecilia.
The window is open, moonlight enters the room without any filter. He sleeps, he forgot to close it. Everything’s resting inside the house, raindrops keep knocking on the roof. He dreams of something, he moves and talks in a weird kind of language, but he’s not awake. Science people say all the faces or people … Sigue leyendo Routine.