insomnia
There’s no hopefor my longing for oblivion.the night stagnatesin dark moans,and I can’t escapeto his endless lament Hours are centuriesof blind yearning.The stopped clocklaughs at my defeatand I relapse into
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My love in winter
Not every nightare equally darknor do they have dead lifeleaning on their windowsills not all sunriseswake up brightnor do they explode in colorsof exciting hope. the wet floor after the
The cave
Finally, the sun has risen. I can see now where I am. A cave at the shore of the Ocean. The orange light enters through the opening in the rocks
The secret of the lake
-How much time do you think we have? asked Rosy -I don’t know: A week? A month? Answered Melanie. They were sitting on the top of the pickup in front
My little Christmas
I have put the nativity scene on the fireplacewithout forgetting the mutilated sheepthat are standing thanks to the mossin which they sink their remaining legs. The memories and emotions pile
The wrong book
Clifford had changed. Lately, he had been eluding her at school and looked gloomy, silent, and lonely.Britney was worried. She dreamed of becoming his girlfriend. And everything seemed to go
The last descent
-Where are you going? Sally asked as she saw her husband hauling the skis and boots to load the car. -Is it not clear? To the Mountain to ski! It’s
The bathtub
Carl woke up after a strange deep sleep full of unsettling dreams. He opened his eyes, relieved, but immediately realized that he wasn’t in his bedroom. He tried to stretch
Cracked
My four heads carefully cracked at exactly the same spot, crossing the face but leaving the expression untouched. Here they are. In front of me. Exactly as I made them.