Love is a drug

Following my own schedule, which usually doesn't concord with the rest of the world's, I have decided to share this love poem I wrote a couple of weeks ago. Alright, I confess, I shared it on Instagram the right day, but you don't need to follow me in all platforms, do you? In fact, I … Sigue leyendo Love is a drug

The Scribblers Union

Most of the time life gets on the bloody way. Part of being / becoming an adult is accepting this fact, but the beautiful thing of life is not giving up because of such a sad truth. I have been so busy that I didn't have the time or the dispotition to come here and … Sigue leyendo The Scribblers Union

What happens when the cat goes to sleep but the man can’t

Sometimes life is good, and sometimes life makes no sense. And that is the way it is. I can say so from my very relaxed and privileged situation, and I feel just as relaxed as anyone that know that they will not burn in hell or in the witches hunt fire, which may be worse, … Sigue leyendo What happens when the cat goes to sleep but the man can’t

Diario de una escritora en pijama – 28

El año nuevo me sienta mal. Me hace quedarme en la cama dejando pasar las horas sin ningún interés en aprovecharlas. Llevo las dos semanas de año nuevo (que ya no es nuevo, porque no hay novedad) prácticamente así. Y abro la libreta y escribo dos palabras y cierro la libreta y abro el ordenador … Sigue leyendo Diario de una escritora en pijama – 28

Once in a lifetime

(Also could be titled An Idle Scribble) This is a once in a lifetime thing Even tough it may seem to be dragging on For a whole life time. But if you feel you’re getting close To your limit to bear up the constant sight Of the same four walls Which keep you enclosed, Bear … Sigue leyendo Once in a lifetime