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...

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...

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...

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...

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 ...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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 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 ...

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 ...