Good afternoon short story for a lovely Sunday The music was loud, he stood up Faced the open window, it was pouring rain outside He could not hear her screaming to him to stop the music It was a dark

source The Avatar and the television. A vision porting to a presentation An embodiment of encapsulation. A view so clear passing notion to collection Where the camera is plugged into the Avatar for

The older you get, the more you think about death. Or maybe, faced with the passings of loved ones, you spend a little time dwelling on mortality. Some monks meditate on death to prepare themselves for

Image   I met you yesterday, and time stood still, your gaze captivated me. Today you have me mesmerized, like a deep dream, even though it was only a moment, and the world faded away. I didn't believe

We walk with eyes on us forever, the stars piercing the veil of darkness, each pulse, a gentle longing, that hangs trembling in the cold. Watching sunrises in solitude, the sky bleeds for our entertainment,

Benedetti pensó que al fallecer no recordaría tus pasos ni tus bromas o la sutileza cruel de burlarte del delirio, de la táctica que nunca tuve aunque sabes mi estrategia. Qué importa cómo ni con qué pretexto.

Image   I want to stay in every heartbeat, of your beautiful dawn, where the light is dressed in gold, and the wind whispers your love. On every path where only your moon and sun skin lives, In every kiss

Mathilda

Image   And how can I not say that I like you, when the wind whispers your name when the sun at dawn paints your smile, and my fortune dances in every shadow. How can I hide this love that peeks out, like

Hello, poem, ma vie a un sens le temps peut passer, le soleil tourner le vent souffler les etoiles tomber les vagues se fracasser les fleurs se faner l'herbe pousser le ciel se voiler le sable sécher les

Image   I'm having one of those days, where the sky is gray the shadows come like melodies, and the whisper of the wind is evil. The urge to cry overwhelms me, like rivers seeking the sea, Perhaps there

When you really get quiet You start to see it The systems, the rules, the endless noise It's all part of the show. It was never about escaping it It was about seeing through it without getting lost in

Glitched Grief I tried to upload sorrow but the server spit it back as laughter. Glitched. My tears came with buffering. Each sob stalled at 36%. The error code said: “Feeling not found.” So I laughed.

Image   Your silence hurts me Your sweet words are now distant echoes, and the whisper of the wind brings me your heartbreak. I understand, my love, I know how much you loved me, what you risked in vain,

Nostalgia, última orden del día. Meramente el hecho de existir resulta agobiante. Solo cae a mi lado todo un conjunto de hojas muertas. En estos momentos no trato de requerir al inocente, justificar al

One interesting paradox ​ Many of us want to access a magical solution, and yet, we do not believe in magic. Why, you should ask? Maybe because magic is not what you would believe it is, and then, even

Image   I must confess, exiled heart, that I have a relationship with someone older than me, that a renegade love beats in my veins. As they say, age is just a number, and in the soul, a pure and sincere

Image   I woke up with your scent, With that restless feeling, that hangs in the air, memories of our encounter, It was wonderful to have had you, under the moon's mantle, to be part of your body, Of your

Let's start with a quote from Jean-Luc Picard: “It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not a weakness; that is life.” What can we say? First, it is all about guilt, it you gave the

Image   I still love every memory that your skin left in my love, Every sunset where we went hidden pleasures in our skin, Every moment lived, is drawn in the shadow of my being, in every corner, I keep