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 sorrow of the night turns into a choir during the day. The ritual of indecisiveness I practiced is blown away by the rays of love shining from you. My world that was upside down is ...

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...

You didn’t seem to notice when I opened my heart to you. You only seem to have your door half open. Everything hangs on the word ‘maybe’. I’m afraid of starting over again. You didn’t s...

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...

I surrender myself to mutilation. I see Agnus Dei and surrender my sanity. I am a walking heresy, stupefied and contorted. Is it mutilation or genuflexion? For asking such things I am e...

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...

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 ...

I’ve slowly been changing as you have tried to quickly kill me. The alarm bells are sounding, but I smile innocently! You really were my favourite... but now the times are darker. I re...

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 ...

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 ...

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. ...

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...