Español El viejo y la ventana Una colilla de cigarro cae desde una ventana, el fuego de la nicotina acaricia sutilmente mi epidermis. Mis ojos irascibles se fijan sobre la ventana de madera desgastada.

Your writing doesn't have to be gramatically pristine to be near perfect. It just has to be fun to read.

I've hurt you bad and there's no enumerated or reason other than to bring about the end of the world as i know how. It's not something expected is just something that is borne out of the pits of my hell

Español Visita Mórfica Me encuentro en tinieblas con una manta de flores primaverales en matices anaranjados, su suave textura me brinda el calor que el frío de la noche, me roba, me quita, me extrae.

A real, proper-sized, awkward-shape you with bits to spare and old keys that fit no lock. I've looked for you often, though seldom in the right place, and whenever I thought I'd found you inside auld

There's often cracks on the wall that i don't notice and I'd be a fool not to recognise it's effect on the soul. Only a fool would see it to late and frankly it's not hate not far from love i think i need

I find myself returning to it sometimes, this corridor of names, the faces I've worn. Disowned and shed at last. I thought the past wouldn't allow me to return, except doors have hinges, and with patience

We said we'd only come for a day. Towards each other, then turn back to where we, matter of fact, started. Of. Fact. We started with a pirouette, but crossed our teeth and stayed like this. Two tooth-gap

Let me try this again as i grasp at the existence of time as a single grain of sand in this paradise land work the duster in hand. Cleaning out the world around me as i struggle forward and onward into

Español Sueños perseguidos o perseguido por los sueños En mis cuatro décadas me hago una introspección, tan interna, tan intensa, tan desgarradora, que mi conciencia queda hecha añicos ante los pensamientos,

Breathe in. How long can you hold it before the world around you goes all indigo? Syncopated clackety-clack. Each and every molecule fights for its alcove. Deep in alveoli—perfumed, savage, binding. Scented.

Dreams, and the future...

Words have come...slowly. I didn't know how to hold space for them at first. The first man offered to pick me a poinsettia, but I was in my camisole, lame, and failed to open the door. I listened to the

While I understand true yogis are supposed to break free from all sorts of physical attachments, including the wonderous, dark magic of caffeine, I admit I am but a weak mortal. And when I arrived at my

Español Esa flor amarilla Esa flor amarilla es mi encanto delirante, desde mi hogar la miro. Se mueve al vaivén de la brisa veraniega. Suave y sensualmente se mece con sus pétalos amarillos, esplendorosos,

See the clouds in the distance Flowing in the sky doing their dance Oh how life snuffs your existence A blink of an eye in a trance My eyes look on into the night Oh what a sight I'll miss you and reality

Español La tristeza inocente Las quince primaveras rondan por su vida, es bella como las flores de colores que retoñan en el campo y su olor inocente embriaga a los colibrís que vuelan a su alrededor.

I promised to tell a story of a place, or perhaps from a place; thank goodness for the variability of Babelled languages. This weird fish keeps his word, although the truth is that this place tells stories

English The dark lords The bombs furrow the sky loaded with flames that seem eternal, and the fire devours the blue, which one day, before all, was beauty and purity. The roar of a bomb becomes a song

It's all from my perspective so it's hard for me to prove but it feels like a knife has been poked in me and is slowly being turned. Someone close and dear all have this misty eyed fear linger immaturity