I fall to the ground, resigning from a horizontal life. My thoughts are freezing and my ego has withdrawn. I feel nothing. I resent that which keeps me from you. I confide that I am at ...

I’m a simple person who prefers to remain silent. The only noise I want to hear is the long grass growing in the wind. I just want to be simply loved... but life has hurt me, and love h...

A priest on TV today told me that God makes us in his image. Apparently, this is Gods’ will. If this is true, then God must not know about the Devil wrongly dwelling within me. It intru...

Beautifully free but imprisoned within a dual sphere. He lives in a vortex of insanity, without fear! He’s alone and yet he isn’t. Surrounded by his closest allies, he helps them in fi...

Poor puppets pass me by like phantoms. They are so strange and pale. They sing a monotonous song that makes the night so cold. Each of them is tied to their heart. Do I wear a mask? If ...

It is impossible to reduce my life to simple formulas. This is because of its infinite nuances. My life is like a letter written backwards, running through my head, waiting to be born. ...

The night’s hands are gloved. Its image is unfinished, but there is not enough time. The moon is fading. Nights frail fingers are so cold, but as they move, they sculpt the dawn and the...

I have this stubborn idea in my head: I want to spend my life in bed. My problem is this: We grow old too fast. Night is like an evil weed –you cut it out from one place and it sprouts ...

To the lives that watch over mine: I know I will have to leave you in time. To the lives who supported mine: I know I will have to leave you in time. Mortality is a snow covered and bl...

The roses seem so beautiful until you feel their thorns. You are the improbable silhouette unforeseen in this silence, that watches over an absence in my heart. Even though the sun has ...

He placed his soul in your hands and you threw it away. You condemned him because he was different. You could not walk by his side. Now he is flying over burning flames. Where you are g...

Far away from this world free of pain I took a sweet journey. Our souls had merged in the eternal cold. Love had been wearing a mask up until that point. I stopped behaving and said ‘no...

Dreaming in bed, I turn and rest my head in on a dark pillow. Falling silently through the night, I see the light. I try to laugh but all my fears come pouring out at once. I hear my ec...

She’s black with eight legs - a Maltec spider up to some mischief. She’s a high-tech arachnid, hanging from her cobweb thread. She is a depressive artist that exists to exit. In her box...