Dream- poem
I woke up one day to the pecking sound of a bird cutting down my wooden house to make its own nest. Continue Reading
I woke up one day to the pecking sound of a bird cutting down my wooden house to make its own nest. Continue Reading →
They say that murder is the only legitimate theme in crime fiction; that anything else would fall short of the requirements for a good story. Continue Reading →
She stood, her back towards him, in a very ominous way. Continue Reading →
The song resounded in his head when he woke up. A nostalgic feeling pervaded him. Continue Reading →
Who will write verses to you now that I dropped the pen on my best poem? The night is temperate, the wind is howling and a single tear runs through my face. Who will grow wrinkles with you now that… Continue Reading →
I can never remember my dreams. It’s one of my biggest regrets. They are so vivid and so imaginative that, we I able to recall them at will, I’m sure I’d be a better writer. When I was a kid,… Continue Reading →
Once, in Argentina, a land of hidden dinosaurs and unexploited natural wealth, there was a young boy who traveled a hundred kilometers to visit his grandfather almost every summer. His grandfather lived alone in a big house in the countryside… Continue Reading →
And that’s it, and there’s nothing after you. There are fireflies and the immensity of the night, and we’re just meeting up once again. Outside there’s the beating of a thousand revolutions, there’s Hiroshima and the global financial breakdown, fears,… Continue Reading →