Absence is what I feel when you are not here, from a long time ago. When any social network gives me news about you. When I walk around the city and don?t come across you, walking by the river bank, in a bar or in a bookshop. Absence is when [...]
Seg?n mi m?vil, deber?a lucir el sol, sin embargo, hay nubes y todo resulta gris?ceo. ?O es el cristal por el que hoy miro todo? El oto?o no suele ponerme triste, pero este mes de Noviembre (estamos a?n a 15) parece que est? empe?ado en se?alar todas las melancol?as, fracasos, [...]
The light of dawn traces your profile. Eyes, lips can be guessed. Sometimes, depending on how you move, your nose and chin reveal your angular profile. However, your caresses don't need to be guessed; your hands gently touch my back. Caresses that excite me, that awaken my desire and passion [...]
This is not a diary entry as it was the one used by Clara, the protagonist of ?The House of Spirits? by Isabel Allende, but my blog has some similarities, I?d imagine. This blog presents many of my personal thoughts and experiences, even details about my private life. Today, the [...]
Since you are in my life, time is divided up between those moments we share together and those we don?t; time waiting for you to come back; how long has it been since you sent your last message; since I heard your voice whispering in my ear, that voice that [...]
