• Prose

    There will always be people who paint you with colors that don’t suit you

    At least once in our lives, we all find ourselves in the middle of delirium, daggers throwing at us on the left and right, the target is clear. You belong here, too. You are compelling of bearing every one one of them, though you will not know until the moment comes that you must catch one by one in the speed of light, not to pierce you straight in the chest, but in your stomach, trying to protect your heart and defend your mind; you will stand alone, but you will know what you’re doing. Among shades of gray that remain motionless, you will learn how to stand in your…

  • Prose

    I run after my life, whether towards it or away from it, I don’t stop

    Everything is in the trembling of the lower lip, the dry dumpling that makes a hole in the throat, the bitterness surfaces no matter how hard you press your tongue against the tips of your lips. That’s how you always know that you hit the wall of the familiar place, where turning around and turning back isn’t permitted. There’s no redemption in waiting, and unsteady legs fall into live sand of unyielding. Did you think it couldn’t happen more than once? You’ve been chewed up by the ground a thousand times before. You tell yourself to hold on tight, one more round, to lean on the impact and hope that…

  • Poetry

    And you are still you, a string that I must not tune

    Yes, I admit, I’m not well. Forgotten: consumed by the flames of authority, fading flaws in the past, I know, I wasn’t a master of my dynamics. A broken piano whose keys no one wants to touch. Dust under the nails when they try to scratch my heart. My mind- I love the stories you tell me, terrified by your indifference, but I don’t influence the way my inner beast reacts when the fire scares it. But don’t be afraid of evil when it’s only around me, the problem is when they make it in me, unstable, imitated, a primate circus, where everyone plays their part, and no content is…

  • Poetry

    Days like these

    There are days when my memories slip under my skin. I feel them moving through my body, take forms of different people and feelings, I feel them watching me as I look at myself. I feel my memories wink at me, as if they were living beings inside me, not moments left a long time ago. It took me a long time to wake up, it took me a long time to encourage them to appear when I never expected them. Days like these come, when I watch how my memories, by accident throw things in front of me again, things I’ve never faced, but I convinced myself that I…

  • Self-knowledge through words

    The moment will come when you will have to show what has made you like that

    The moment will come when you will have to show what has made you like that. You will not know what that moment is until it happens to you. Until you’re the center of everything, because of something that you did or didn’t do, because of something that’s within you and you cannot understand. They will try to kick you in the corner, and stone you with words, hurt you and put you down, but the trick is always in how powerful your psyche is, to either shut off or allow them to enter. They will try to break your bones, bones that none of them strengthened until you realized…

  • Poetry

    I could fly over the entire world crashing with my wings at people

    Through all limitations and restrictions, like a bird with a ring around my neck, somewhat insidious, it seems, I flew through the gates of the pupils of people without eyes, recording every place I went to, carrying metal wires around my thighs. I took pictures with my eyes, of every moment that was a little more special than the previous one, and I found out that I could fly over the entire world crashing with my wings at people and barriers just to lure them into my lap. But, another discovery, another barrier in front of me, last stop, last place, pleasant to the lenses of my eyes. A place…