Train Station |
They keep coming. Their steps and voices and sighs filling the space. Their multicolored clothes and faces crash on the stairs. Going up, going down. It is difficult to keep track of where is up, who'...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 19:41:00 GMT |
Did I? |
Today there wasn't any sky. Something that could be named either the last storm of winter or the first one of spring filled that space above us. I'm not going to say that the gray zone covering every ...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 03:10:00 GMT |
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No importa tanto lo que creemos que somos:el tiempo pasará sólo para probarse inútily,en el camino,en la sucesión de segundos,en la acumulación de arrugas,también servirá para comprobarnos inútiles.To...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Nov 2006 20:09:00 GMT |
Coup de grace |
I was working at nights and she was studying on the mornings. So, when I was sleeping she was awake, when I was at home she was out. Everyday we spent about two or three hours together. I remember one...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 19:08:00 GMT |
Chaussure |
A hotel room, as weird as all the hotel rooms. Some blond girl with the make up all over her face. Full moon hidden behind endless clouds. Outside, a cat cross over the lonely parking lot. No hot wate...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Oct 2006 07:46:00 GMT |
Work in Progress: |
I want to kill A little bit of me. I want to disconnect The air The life The glow and the gloom. I want to lose That glue That kept my parts on me. I want to join The bees Bed bugs And ra...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Sep 2006 01:49:00 GMT |
