Hope
An essay on why today’s teens make me optimistic. Despite their brawling. My son is fourteen. And he drives me …
Category Archives: Language
The Cabin: A synaesthetic reverie
4 October 2016 This whole story is the result of a smell. The smell of ice in the air. It …
Ugly shoes
All of these ugly shoes. And the leaf, that does not open. The candle, that could catch fire.The electric shirt, …
Charol con Leche
* La semana santa empezaba siempre a base de frotar leche sobre los zapatos. Eran los zapatos de charol nuevos, …
When a being you love, dies
She was a ZZZ plant. And I loved her.She thrived in the dark and accepted the light.She shined. A luscious …
Negroni
* El primero fue en un rascacielos y le supo a puñetazo en un beso. * El segundo …
Disfraces
Researching cloths & masks .:. It’s hard to avoid looking sinister A skeleton hand (@alexandermcqueen) creeps in over my defiant …
Out of the Bottle
On rediscovering perfume with new sensorial superpowers I started sprinkling 5th Avenue Elizabeth Arden perfume on my pillows a few …
Nidos
Una entrada de diario dedicada a la posibilidad de belleza en la suciedad que me acompaña durante este interminable encierro. …
Email sent to my own sentences…
I have found on my desktop a screenshot of an email I was attempting to send to a few friends. …