• Prose,  Written literature | Author's writings

    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…

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    Dreams never die

    I never realized that darkness conveyed chaos until I opened my eyes before it. I found myself surrounded by freshly painted walls in white, on the left and right, plastic green chair, silk curtains, and all the doors were identical. What pierced my ears were the high-frequency voices of people and machines running out of sync. But I couldn’t stop…

  • Prose,  Written literature | Author's writings

    You look beautifully lost

    You look beautifully lost, with headphones in your ears and hands in your pockets, so nothing disturbs you. Restless hair, eyes closed as you look at the world, the one in you, the one forbidden to the one outside. Without a smartphone that certainly won’t make you smarter, the mute off on the phone, you don’t want any distractions. You…

  • Prose,  Written literature | Author's writings

    Energy vampires

    Have you met people who make you exhausted and weak and make your presence superfluous? People who make your character intermittent and your thoughts incomplete? Have you ever met people who are morbid, who only suck someone else’s energy up and carry it in their abyss, collect and absorb it, to later reflecting it in you? They can stretch the…

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    We are friends, you say

    We are friends, you say, as I lean my head on your shoulder and you hug me stronger. If I ever try to come closer to you, I know you won’t turn me down, because friends don’t do that, right? But maybe I’ll start wanting more, wanting more from you. It’s funny, we both know it’s forbidden, but we feel…