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...

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. ...

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...

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...

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...

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 ...

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 My thoughts are freezing and my ego has withdrawn.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

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 ...

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...

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...

Some of us did not choose to be born. We feel deep down in ourselves this sadness that draws us away from the light. Suffering bears down upon us like a weight on our back. We sometimes...

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...

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 ...

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...