Some mornings I wake up before dawn and under my bed lives a dark panther of imposible size. The wild fangs, the burning eyes. She is never going to leave me in peace, motor growling softly with everything that is evil. The opposite of love is not hate, It’s the emptiness you leave. The kisses… Continue reading The panther who came for dinner
One day very soon you will no longer be the slivers of other people’s dreams, footsteps on the wet sand. I promise you this. You, will be. Oh, your adventures! Colossus of Rhodes with one foot firm on land and the other sea spray on tippy toes. You will come to the rebel cliffs, whipped… Continue reading Promise to the girl I was
When promises die, the nothingness dies in your lips. Brave is such a five letter word. Tears do not feel enough. And tomorrow, at first light, we will remember again why we fought and capture it in a golden little box of pain, but for barely ten seconds before waking. I should live those ten… Continue reading Al morir la promesa, nada sigue.
Post 5×07 episode (Holly’s voice) It was my fault. I knew I should have sent someone else to deliver the thumb. I tried for so many weeks to stay away and not think of her, not remember the lines of her lips, the promise of her eyes. I gave up on us. She wouldn’t reply… Continue reading My beautiful Gail (Rookie Blue Golly Fanfic)
And you came, with the Northern wind and the sea in your eyes, and everything has changed. I was never so petrified of falling into the abyss, but I let myself go, because I want to, because I am unable of wanting anything else. I’ve got an incandescent heart in spite of enigmatic doubts, forged… Continue reading Victoria
I fell in love with the unattainable fortress, fires inside that I could only spy from afar. I gave my heart away, carelessly, in exchange for NOTHINGness. I kept forever the secret, and you kept it too. And when I tried to pull back, from the brink of you, Sargasso sea, harshness and marble, you… Continue reading Fortress
My child lives in the city of the pointy and perfect roofs, witches’ hats, curvilinear, where the rain navigates through. In the flat roofs island, the dry ravines of the eternal summer always end in the sea. One day they will come, violent, the ravine will run and will take with it the absences, the… Continue reading Strong, like an Amazon