My belle- poem
My belle is made up of art, that is, failures, shitty life’s growth… Continue Reading
My belle is made up of art, that is, failures, shitty life’s growth… Continue Reading →
Tragedy rarely comes unannounced but it flows to our heart in small sporadic doses. We always try to arbitrarily attribute the quality of tragic to a single event, such as a Tsunami or a Holocaust, but even these events are… Continue Reading →
A moment needn’t be nice but real, beautiful. Let no poem tell you what you want to hear. If you don’t bite your nails off or blow your brains out in front of the world’s daily spectacle go buy some… Continue Reading →
If the world was ruled by women there wouldn’t be hunger but everyone would have to finish their spinach, there wouldn’t be religions, just constant errands to the shop, there wouldn’t be wars, just constant embargoes and public denunciations, there… Continue Reading →
For a moment, while I read through my thoughts I vacation to the remotest confines of the unexpected, and I need no trekking boots to explore the limits of the impossible, and in the gloomiest place at the gloomiest hour… Continue Reading →
Romantic stories are condemned to be uninteresting to people who have never felt some kind of strong emotion, but, for many, this story will sound familiar. I went to work that day, as any other, trying to focus on the… Continue Reading →
We’re ugly, but we build love which is the only lasting thing, after we unveil life’s truth and are left with our selves, looking each other in the eye and not seeing instinct anymore but humanity built from choice, from… Continue Reading →