Aldebarán y los narvales

In the labyrinth of her body, her heart was a big cave full of echoes. Every dawn, a sea of bats came back from the night. The wind ra...

He slept under the bridge and in broad daylight in a park. He smelled flowers and rubbish, perfume and death, desert and shadowed field....

Vértigo, mareo y la sensación de hundirse y perderse. Estamos conectados por la respiración. Por un momento, la vida radica en ese espacio...

In the desert of broken mirrors the sun reflects with the splendor of thousand suns. At night neither darkness nor moon, all the light a...

A star falls, a maybe falls, the sky falls, the present falls. A memoir falls, the snow falls, a curtain falls, the future falls. The ...

It is the river that runs across the bottom of the sea of dreams, the agony that drills the rock, the doubt, the breath held, the ...

Un río flota dentro de mí, sube y baja, pesado y ligero, a gritos y en silencio, resuena y fluye. Escucha: el rojo río quiere ...

To love in the frontier between love and forgetfulness, to long between the now and the never more, to come back between the tomorrow ...

  Un bosque en primavera, floreciendo, atrayendo vida y sexo. Colorido, feliz. Vivo. Un bosque reverdeciendo, creciendo, a...

Los minotauros son procesados en rastros. Los laberintos se volvieron clubs nocturnos. Los mitos ya no son más que paquetes de carne y pis...