Aldebarán y los narvales

Shining it might be just a dream a little voice small and fair a blinding sun inside of you moving it might be just a parasite...

“Mono”, by James Knight, is a novella about the natural history of sharks. No, wait. It is about the sharks that you have met in life, and...

Kisses and murmurs share a silence share a noise  they speak they rattle Glazed bile and water vapour share a lightness share a he...

Hay una araña que vive en el techo sobre mi cama, en un agujero perfecto. Sola, siempre sola, espera presas día a día. La araña se asoma...

Made of paper and comes the rain and we get wrinkled and comes the ink and we say things we don’t really want to say. Made of ...

En el principio había luz. El pulpo salió y extendió sus tentáculos sobre el universo regando su tinta. Entonces la oscuridad se creó. L...

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...