Poetry wants to be touchthe mystery of philosophy fades when meets the skinthis world’s realms existonly to contain the sacred coreswithin their wallslife’s stroll within itself primal juicethere is no … Continúa leyendo Touch (a poem)
The smile framed by the moonShe who existsfrom before timeThe almost inventedThe one who surrounds my backwith the drawings of her handsThe dawn’s homeThe virgin without prayersThe exact atomSidereal sentence loaded … Continúa leyendo Broken Litany (a poem)
We dislike some people and some people doesn’t like as well. That is normal and it is ok, but there is some social awkwardness about it that makes really difficult … Continúa leyendo I don’t like you.
To open your mouthis like opening timeis to press with the fingersa wound made of silencea childish surprise(like a ghost who regards his own limits) I touched your natureand I found … Continúa leyendo To open your mouth (a poem)
One of my favorite genres in literature is Sci-fi. I’ve read Asimov, Heinlein, K. Dick, C. Clarke, and some others I like no less. But I’ve never read a major … Continúa leyendo A canticle for Leibowitz
I have just seen The Joker and I must say that it makes total justice to the word Art. It is art. It is not an easy movie, is not … Continúa leyendo My view on “The Joker”
There is this phrase that I find intriguing: “Steal like an artist” (there’s even a book with this name which I haven’t read yet). It suggests that there is no … Continúa leyendo The thin line between being influenced and losing your essence.