Desde los balcones de la casona se dejaba ver: aquel laberinto de flores y ramas al que la palabra “jardín” le quedaba corta. A los puñados de narcisos y jacintos y lirios de todos colores los entrela… more →
Mr. Queasy, the fish.mittens wrote 7 months ago: Desde los balcones de la casona se dejaba ver: aquel laberinto de flores y ramas al que la palabra “ … more →
mittens wrote 1 year ago: eviscerate Life! and hold her silv’ry entrails in tremulous hands. … more →
mittens wrote 1 year ago: We’re all one swashing salty sea; And we’re the but the world, when it ponders itself An … more →
mittens wrote 1 year ago: Have you any idea how grave a mistake it is to mar a young mind? And no, I’m not talking about … more →
mittens wrote 1 year ago: I. Remembrances are the warmth that soaks the viscera, while idle speculation ventilates the lungs a … more →
mittens wrote 1 year ago: Cynic is he who laughs heartily, not with Life but at her, instead. … more →
mittens wrote 1 year ago: The host with a flourish bids everyone welcome to the gaudy and grandiose banquet alfresco that is L … more →
mittens wrote 1 year ago: It was in the midst of such a night, so very long ago, that they had conversed in hushed voices in t … more →
mittens wrote 1 year ago: Ah, isn’t it lovely how we always seem to sit and stare at things in obstinate defiance, await … more →
mittens wrote 1 year ago: The parade tore air itself asunder as trumpeteers unfurled their great fanfares, so heralding the im … more →
mittens wrote 1 year ago: The sea that is life is rather more viscous than it would seem at first glance. It springs back if p … more →
mittens wrote 2 years ago: The scholar is a remarkable man. He somehow manages to take the tangled mass of little dots that the … more →
mittens wrote 2 years ago: There is no better way to summarize a lifetime than a single rainy afternoon. Countless raindrops … more →
mittens wrote 2 years ago: Sentimentality is a criminally misunderstood notion. Words like “love” have taken connot … more →
mittens wrote 2 years ago: Chiming ceramic. Stirring; shapes traced on the foam of a lukewarm cup. … more →
Mr. Queasy wrote 2 years ago: This a tale, of a dream, of a train. Not any machine, only plain and mundane. Of joy and fantasy, a … more →
mittens wrote 2 years ago: In the end, what we should pay attention to is not our thoughts in themselves, but what we think abo … more →