Ruby bloody guts caught in a white noise solid cage seashell's rumor within the veins a piece of chalk on the forefinger Who knows best? Only the river can know for sure what it takes on its trip to the sea. Remnants of anger and fear and l…
Ruby bloody guts caught in a white noise solid cage seashell's rumor within the veins a piece of chalk on the forefinger Who knows best? Only the river can know for sure what it takes on its trip to the sea. Remnants of anger and fear and l…
Ruby bloody guts caught in a white noise solid cage seashell's rumor within the veins a piece of chalk on the forefinger Who knows best? Only the river can know for sure what it takes on its trip to the sea. Remnants of anger and fear and l…
Lo que nunca se dormía del todo, era una cierta idea de magnolias. Aunque los árboles donde ellas vivían hubieran quedado en el camino, ellas estaban cerca, escondidas detrás de los ojos. F.H. I wrote this with a firefly's blood. The world
Lo que nunca se dormía del todo, era una cierta idea de magnolias. Aunque los árboles donde ellas vivían hubieran quedado en el camino, ellas estaban cerca, escondidas detrás de los ojos. F.H. The very smell of the body just to know that I'…
From now on arrows are a so on weight to the head straight to a rock forehead which only feel is pain which only hardness are sweet young flowers from sweet old ground nobody thought such a loneliness could come all splited in dragonflies a…
Blue bells are ringing on my open hand like if it would've never been a beggining of the times. Seashells are crashing on thy mirrors like if salt would've never been a key to find one's faith in despair. And nothing of this would happen if…
I'm preparing for an impersonal battle. I ain't fighting for myself or anyone else. There is no country nor nation involved. And, there is no meaning in winning or losing. Thus, there will be death. And hunger. And lost. And the sun will ri…
"It all took the path of suspiciousness" the water lily said. But none could hear its awarning. Soon, all kind of murky feelings climbed to their hearts and sewed a veil of misreads on their tongues and fingers and a troupe of rabbits was r…
Lo que nunca se dormía del todo, era una cierta idea de magnolias. Aunque los árboles donde ellas vivían hubieran quedado en el camino, ellas estaban cerca, escondidas detrás de los ojos. F.H. Hacía tiempo que no visitaba tu blog. Excelente…
Quisiera olvidarlo todo y despertarme frente a la luz anterior a los instantes. E.M. Cioran ¿Por qué lloraba cuando era niña? Hay una gravedad y un abismo por cumplir en el ejercicio de la memoria. Este punzar casi mórbido del escrutinio, e…
Quisiera olvidarlo todo y despertarme frente a la luz anterior a los instantes. E.M. Cioran ¿Por qué lloraba cuando era niña? Hay una gravedad y un abismo por cumplir en el ejercicio de la memoria. Este punzar casi mórbido del escrutinio, e…