It Is Here

They could destroy the world with equal portions death fire screaming nauseating crawling and throwing. Hell closed with a slight smile and whistled a melody.

Sailing Into the Whiteness

They would gather themselves and venture into the lands naked and defenceless where they filled their solitude when everyone was coveting a paradise. Their sails constantly shifting to nurture their dreams The stories resembled glittering songs of themselves

Understanding Women

There was no coincidence that all women knew the same rules of this world. These various women did not let each other struggle. In order to understand that courage look back travel in time two centuries earlier.

A Reason to Live

Whenever a person hurts his eyes unite with his suffering to observe carefully the dropped and scattered pain that was obliged to be seen drawn opened and the source of broken reason to live.

The Origins of Time

The day looked about rather than flow scooping wild waterfalls endless seas indifferently melting snow dripping and dripping to depart from eternity and resemble tear drops that still didn't cry and become liquid from which it came.

Forever Rages Against Itself

Some nights forever rages and senses regret and forgiveness. On one side dying, on the other passing treated with respect treated with contempt and beaten like a child that saw his face before his eyes and looked at himself patched and threadbare ready to unravel order in its randomness.

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