Edgar Allan Poe came to visit me this morning to remind me that Leonor was just another unfulfilled love.
10 hours, 16 minutes
Si pudiera elegir
Nacería del mismo modo
Con la misma piel y la misma lengua
Elegiría mis miedos otra vez.
A father put an arrow in between
His children’s legs.
The child cried
But there was no purpose
Since the arrow stayed within
The father’s children’s legs.
1 month, 2 weeks
There is no silence
No silence, no silence, no silence
There is no silence… 27 more words
Who built the house?
A child asked.
No one replied.
It was not you, it was not me.
The house was built by ghosts.
Yo no escribo para que se den palmadas en la espalda.
Yo no escribo para ahondar en esnobismos.
Yo escribo porque se me da la gana. 29 more words
1 month, 3 weeks
Two eggs amongst morning philosophy.
Two abandoned eggs.
The eggs screamed;
They moved, they fought.
The fire kept them alive, it kept them sharp.
The two eggs tried, they resisted, 12 more words