The greatest story never told came about to an end in the silence of the night before. With daring power, heavens clouded up the light beyond its path, and no one was there to see it. Without ink, the pages of his book turned out to be blank all this time, with no trace left behind. A glimpse of what was never meant to be, faded out in the outlook of his eyes. The fear he most feared got tested and true.
Cuentan que una bella princesa estaba buscando consorte. Aristócratas y adinerados señores habían llegado de todas partes para ofrecer sus maravillosos regalos; joyas, tierras, ejércitos y tronos conformaban los obsequios para conquistar a tan especial criatura.
Feeling lost is not an odd sensation among us common folks. We put a great effort to find our place in life, among friends, and in our environment surrounding us, but there are times we feel like we have nowhere to go.
Today I make it harder to put words in writing, knowing that you’ll be there to listen, but then again that never stopped me before. Our dialogue, you know, has gone from none, to some, to a lot, to sad, to non-existent, back up again, faded, and to whatever it is now that has no name yet. Stalling conversations. My voice has since then cracked from nerves, drowned on its own lexis, and gone half tone.
Hoy, solo por hoy, te escribo un texto sin metáforas.
Hoy no te diré que tus ojos son como la luna ni tus labios como seda, hoy solo te diré que ayer te veías guapisima.
When Alexander Fleming found penicillin on a moldy plate, little did he know he would save untold millions…
Algo parecido a la realidad…
The demands of our daily lives get to us every now and then; it’s only natural. Generally we don’t like to think too much about them, because if we did, we’d realize that we are constantly so close to chaos, disaster, or heartbreak, every minute of everyday…
Second chances… do you believe in that? How about third? It’s hard to believe in people when they have “cried wolf more than twice”.