This winter has overstayed its visit.My soul freezes at the thought that I have run out of spring.My heart is clouded with the heaviness of a thousand ice sheets, and my mind is lost thinking of a forsaken warmth.Ah, even the air kills me inside, because breathing makes me lose the essence.Esence that once had… Continue reading Ode to Winter’s Cold
Category: Literature
I See Fairies
It happened while I was lying on the red wooden bench in our garden. My day had been particularly overwhelming due to a cold. Mark went to work, promising to return early to take care of me. But I’m afraid that those words were not enough to appease the restlessness of my spirit. So, looking… Continue reading I See Fairies
Dialogues with Baba
Part III - The College Student I "Hello?" "Ariana! It's so nice to listen to you again!" "Oh, dad... Hey!" "Haha, how are you child?" "I'm doing good. A bit surprised, as well. I wasn't expecting your call at all." "Ah... Yes. I know I haven't called much, but I definitely had it on my… Continue reading Dialogues with Baba
Him
He had come home widely exhausted, frowning and with his eyes closed. He slammed into the room, not offering a good afternoon and undressing hastily. I was lying in bed reading. Following his every move with my eyes over my glasses. Clumsily he got ready to join me at rest. And once he had, he… Continue reading Him
Too Little for too Much
It's not enough to say that time with you becomes a happy movie. It's not enough to say that in every one of your kisses peace is to be found. It's not enough to say that you're the beacon of light that guides my cloudy judgement. It's not enough to say that with you even… Continue reading Too Little for too Much
The Red Bike Encounter
The typical school day had come to an end, and it seemed auspicious for me to return home. As widely tired (not to mention hungry) as I was, I had declined the friendly invitation of my usual companions to hang out after our lessons were over. An act that, although unusual, they decided not to… Continue reading The Red Bike Encounter
Ring my Desire
I was lying on the red couch in my room when I heard the bell ring. I was home alone for the night, so I knew I had to get out of bed and do it myself. A task that was particularly compromising, given my mood at the time. My usual high spirits had severely… Continue reading Ring my Desire
A Letter to Love
Regardless of how meaningless my paragraphs may be or how much do my verses seem to escape the sensibilities of the pen, I know you will read my words. Not out of duty, but out of necessity. The necessity of turning my letters into yours with every look. And yes, I know how busy your… Continue reading A Letter to Love
Dialogues with Baba
Part II - The Teen "Ariana, please, move away from the door." "No! I refuse!" "Ariana..." "I won't let you leave!" "Ari..." "No! Stop! I am not moving away." "Fine. I'll just sit around and wait until you decide to do so." "I won't." "At some point you'll have to. You can't stay stuck to… Continue reading Dialogues with Baba
He is Art, My Art
There is a guy out there, who lives nearly 6,500 km away from me, who just so happens to be the best person I know of. The more I talk to him, the more I realise he's the only person that I could possibly describe with the Italian word meraviglia. And even that term falls… Continue reading He is Art, My Art
A Sudden Leave
And there she went. On her way to mystifying whereabouts and places he didn't know. All he could do was worry. And worry he did, feeling nothing but the void his life had been cursed with after her leave. Her absence, after all, conflicted his poor and fragile heart, causing him a sense of loss.… Continue reading A Sudden Leave
Dialogues with Baba
Part I - The Child “Baba, you better get ready for your weekly check up!” “Is it time for it already?” “Mhm.” “Hahaha, well, here I am. Ready to be your patient once again.” “Take a seat then.” “Okay, I’ll sit on top of one of your many teddy bears.” “No! You must sit on… Continue reading Dialogues with Baba
Indecent Proposal
It happened during one of those hot summer days. My morning had been particularly bland, followed by an uneventful midday, and a boring afternoon. The hope of doing something interesting kept fading away with every minute that passed by on the clock. As despondent as I felt, I had the need to simply lie on… Continue reading Indecent Proposal
If I Were to Stay
"Please, don't leave me," she begged, with every bit of her soul at the palms of her hands. She knew it was going to happen regardless of her pleas, but the intensity of her feelings forced her to attempt a last minute request. He saw her with sad and weary eyes, trying his best to… Continue reading If I Were to Stay
All Summer in a Night
It happened during one of the many warm summer nights we shared back in Santa Marta. As bored as we were and having the beach close by, the desire to walk barefoot on the sand without it burning the soles of our feet sounded like a fun experience to take part into. Thus, we made… Continue reading All Summer in a Night