Midnight Lights

Midnight Lights
The wheel of time turns incessant without showing the slightest compassion towards all those small and insignificant mortals who devote all their efforts to keep up with it. The wheel of time turns implacable taking with it everything that stays in its path; the wheel turns and turns making the time to slip through our ...

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The Haunted Forest

The Haunted Forest
On the outskirts of the village grows the boundary of the Haunted Forest. Its tall and dark trees tower high as if pretending to pierce the sky; their straight and perfect trunks, as black as ebony, warn visitors of the deadly dangers that dwell in its realm; however, their high tops sway in the wind ...

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The Soul Stealer

17. August 2016 Writing 2
The Soul Stealer
(Español) Cerró su libro, lo depositó sobre la mesita y cogió la taza. Bebió tranquilo unos sorbos de aquel delicioso té, sintiendo como el líquido caliente bajaba por su garganta reconfortándole. Se levantó de su asiento y caminó hacía el gran ventanal. Apartó una de las pesadas cortinas y la aseguró a un lado, atándola con un grueso cordón dorado...

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Beauty always hides something wicked

02. August 2016 Writing 0
Beauty always hides something wicked
(Español) \"Cuanto más hermosa sea la rosa más afiladas serán sus espinas pues la belleza siempre oculta algo malvado\" - La Bruja sin Nombre Desde siempre he sentido cierta simpatía hacia el antagonista de cada historia, hacia el malo de la película, y es por eso que en todo cuanto escribo e imagino el \"malo\" tiene incluso más importancia que el protagonista...

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Sleepless nights of poetry

Sleepless nights of poetry
For years I’ve been wondering what is that that we call inspiration, where does it come from, what makes it appear and why it leaves us so suddenly, why each person finds inspiring different things or places. And although I haven’t reached a good answer to any of those questions I’ve realized about something, we ...

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