I would love to go back in time to that young boy who first read Cortázar, knowing what he knows today about the Maga and the dystopias...

Sometimes I wish I could go back, to that time we shared, take a glimpse, and immerse myself in that skin for a day or two. Because...

I remember fewer and fewer details of the life we shared. Perhaps I've spent so much time evoking that past that our story has become a...

One day, almost unknowingly, you became a stranger. Our conversations gradually filled with an almost legal formality. Dialogue turned...

I should have been more patient, or perhaps wiser, to understand that I couldn't have you without your demons, that I wouldn't let you...

"Starting over? Maybe you should think twice this time; you only have one heart, you only have this body, and perhaps this is your last...

What a blessing to find you just when I had convinced myself that you didn't exist, without the need for embellishments or entanglements,...

I met a girl with a flower for a name, and she was a sigh of light in the night. In 120 hours, I embraced passages I had forgotten in my...

There is a path where I hid stories with your name; they used to be forests filled with humidity and truth. Now, there are a thousand...

We must allow ourselves to flow. Perhaps in another life, we accomplished all our dreams. Maybe you still catch yourself thinking about...

Nothing lasts for the eternity we believe in, at least not for those who decide to seek comfort, a smile, or a path where the roads are...

In the bewildering embrace of a moment, I reflect on a very perplexing reality. I don't know where I am at this moment, geographically,...

Today, I got on the subway and didn't get off at my station. "Liverpool Street," announced the off-screen voice. I decided to stay a...