• Poetry

    A butchered dream can last a lifetime if you nourish it well

    I feel your movements inside me, meaty taste of obedience, fractal dynamics of the ballerina. I see your bloody miniature feet leaving traces around me, at a rapid pace, and every footprint tells novels. I see you scraping your nails over the edges of your own of pre-coded existence not knowing what you’re missing until you stop turning during an existential crisis. I cut my finger on that truth trying to stop you, tearing my flesh to silence your voice when they ask me how you feel, but when one feels someone else’s movements they forget about what it’s like to spin in their body. You were bleeding and bleeding,…

  • Poetry

    Do I dare to immortalize you?

    Do I dare to make you immortal? If I turn every person I’ve loved into ink I won’t have time to invent new planets. If I don’t invent new planets, I won’t have anyone to take there. I’ll throw clichés in passing, flower by flower, my metaphors for just one honest feeling. I’ll collect them, forever, because for a moment they make me alive. I will write their names in black on the back of the book, and then I will treat them like pressed flowers which always attracted me along the roads of promiscuity. And I’ll buy time by ripping them off the ground until I dare to make…

  • Prose

    An empty frame in the museum of art

    Do you remember that (not)important day? I made a fool of myself at an art museum standing in a blank frame, trying to look intellectual. You looked at me, surely thinking: “Crazy or lost?“. And you didn’t laugh at me, but at the painting next to me. I went home in a blind rage, thinking: “Art is stupid and makes fun of itself.” I made another image in my head, dedicated to your complete ignorance of my unexplored magnificence. And I know you hate the music I listen to (you can’t stand the noises and gesticulations of people in a trance), and I don’t care when you play a ballad…

  • Poetry

    You cannot lose something you never owned

    House without visitors, life without notice, invisible among delusions and slaps, silently sobs behind its walls, even though they crush and suffocate me. Bottle floating in muddy water, without a letter, without a signature, there’s no one to receive it. That house is a skeleton, that house is me. Even the skeleton has a soul. For some of us, if we’re lucky, we will never run out of sunny days without worry in a house full of laughter. For others, life is a puzzle of incomplete moments, too much of them spent, unnoticed and forgotten, behind the non-talking structures, because words are too difficult to pronounce. Am I selfish for…

  • Poetry

    I believe I can from scratch tailor my beginning

    I give reality a chance, but I don’t blindly go to its chambers, I don’t fall easily to every noise like when I was a kid. I surrender to the world who spreads its arms to hug me or crush me, I’m taking a risk. I only squat to peek through the cut in my right palm, to remind me how I was bleeding to protect what was mine. And I remember forgetting, because it’s easier to press your eyelids with your thumbs but to let the pain pour out and sink you. But I give these walls a chance which diminish me as soon as I speak out loud…

  • Prose

    If you sell your soul, you will become a wine on Devil’s lips

    They say, if you sell your soul, you will become a wine on Devil’s lips, bitter, but sweet, toxic, thick. They say, if you make that pact at the intersection, at midnight on Friday, with the shadow of a bloody hole, you’ll be gifted, damned, I don’t know. Transparency runs from the bite on my neck from the pearly canines, and I, in turn, slide down his cut wrist. We cut each other to fit again into the form of two lovers sharing one heart. My darkness and I are entangled in a quadrangular black hole, pumping blood. My first ambition was an original sin when I screamed how innovation…

  • Poetry

    If you see her, say hello to her

    If you see her, say hello to her, she left me last fall in the park, on a bench -I never thought to bring her back. If she asks how I am, tell her I’m fine. She might ask if I forgot her, tell her I am, long time ago. If you see her, say hello to her. The love between us happened quickly, as if we were just temporary lovers. We used to see each other every day, but we were hiding from ourselves. We didn’t want to show weakness and then weakness destroyed everything. If you see her, say hello to her. Approach her and hug her, one…

  • Abyss of thoughts

    The complexity

    The most important thing is to understand that people are too complexed, small and miserable and that, versus those who don’t have an inferiority complex, they fall into shadow and oblivion. So, before you burst into tears, consider your worth and compare yourself to those same people. If you’re like those complex miniature brains, you sink together and you fall into oblivion.