I think she said she loved meOnce.It must have been long agoIn a dreamIn the lyrics of a hopeful song:If Destroyed Still True.TodayI found her doodle in a notebook page.Next to her photos.I almost didn’t rememberOr recognise her.I wonder what happenedTo the smile I gave her.What crimes I committed since,What destruction of me will be… Continue reading I.D.S.T.

Butterflies 🦋

🦋 I have again butterflies, tickles inside of me, a “looking forward to” heart. I have on my skin the hope of knowing that the endings, even if abrupt, are required. I will never be the same, but I learned that whoever loves you well, exists. And who does not, does not matter. That what… Continue reading Butterflies 🦋

Al morir la promesa, nada sigue.

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.


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