The dreadful angel

03. August 2017 Writing 2
The dreadful angel
What is the meaning of this life? What is the sense of existence when hope is long since gone? What is the meaning of wandering aimlessly through this existence as a mourning soul? Lost, tortured, desperate. What is the point of being part of a reality that you cannot reach, which in your eyes is ...

Read more

Ink heart

Ink heart
Many days had passed since that first moment when he realized that something in his body was changing. All that time he had been struggling to hide it, but now it had reached a point where it was already too difficult to conceal, in which the curious eyes of those around him inevitably perched on ...

Read more

Her reflection

Her reflection
It all began the day she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror smiling with all her heart. That slight but sincere curve on her red lips was something she had never seen before on her very own face. She stood paralyzed in front of the mirror, watching her reflection, watching how that little ...

Read more

The light of the storm

The light of the storm
Sitting there, in front of the opened balcony, she watched as the grey clouds crowded over subtle silhouette of the city, foreseeing the imminent arrival of a great storm and swallowing within all the light of the incipient twilight. The night had come much sooner than it usually did, but that didn’t matter, for the ...

Read more

The Beauty of Melancholy

The Beauty of Melancholy
Her empty gaze was lost somewhere in the distance. Anyone could have said that she was watching life through the window, anyone could have said that she looked nostalgically the pouring rain. But the truth was that she looked much further, she looked at that which normal eyes can’t see, she looked at that which ...

Read more

The Hanged Man’s Tree

09. March 2017 Writing 0
The Hanged Man’s Tree
I do not write this letter as a way to justify my actions; I do not attempt to give a reason to that what I am going to do, to that what I have been studying and investigating for so long, to that against what I have fought so hard; I do not intend with ...

Read more

Fragments

Fragments
I woke up again that night, I woke up unsettled and confused, and I woke up without being able to distinguish between dream and reality. For a moment I thought it was just the same as always, I thought that the strange dream I was having had been able to unsettled me as much as ...

Read more