A romantic realistic Argentinean writer.
I wake up today and I’m informed Neruda was killed. He didn’t die of old age, mumbling some romantic words to the last love of his life, nor he ate some buttered bread that very same morning, thinking of some… Continue Reading
There’s no sunshine when your gone to uncharted territories without a visa, in a zigzag pattern while you dance alone to some monotonous jazz, the greatest single of a band that upsets the party in the living room and make… Continue Reading
Where it not for you, a day like today, like too many days, would have no sense. Though other days like today, like other such days, kept some resemblance of meaning in their shape and color, the texture of its… Continue Reading
A child bumps his head against a blue whale beached on a roundabout in fifth avenue, some clowns from a nearby circus come to see the performance, their heads swinging to the rhythm of the thumps, their idiotic grimaces like… Continue Reading
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A clay bow with religious aim darts forth its earthly arrow whose arch chains the stage to its curtains, and a play goes full circle in a pot that machines everything all anew.
The main purpose of any piece of art is to show that life is beautiful. But when it comes to writing, this can be done in one single way, by intriguing the reader. Writers have different ways of approaching this… Continue Reading
A candle has almost gone off when I find myself dreaming of you with stars dancing on the ceiling. An inkless pen lies lifeless on the desk and images of morning rush to me, the electricity is sleeping, powerless like… Continue Reading
Poznałem Asię pewnego pochmurnego popołudnia. Ja właśnie skończyłem pracę i ona płakała z egoistycznej rozczarowania na ławce publiczny w pobliżu przystanku, gdzie czekałem na mój tramwaj abym jechać do domu. Widziałem ją przyjść z gracją i usiąść też z gracją… Continue Reading