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. ...

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...

My exterior framework imprisons my suspended life. I once had a dream of better things. I face a crowd of people, all of whom are unknown to me. In all of them I see you. This framework...

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...

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 My thoughts are freezing and my ego has withdrawn.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 ...

Sweet - it is so sweet. Your body is sliding over my skin. I can feel your hot mouth blowing all over my words. It feels it could last forever. It is the first time I have shivered with...

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...

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 is sad and prepared. Nothing approaches. Around madmen, he cries out ‘Love could kill you’. He does not allow words of love to touch him. He looks into a mirror. His heart embraces t...

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 ...

There are times when the ghosts that haunt us fritter away and pain freezes. There are times when we feel invincible and then we bow to sickness. If I had known you would one day haunt ...

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...

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...