The cold seeps into my bones like a broken promise. It settles within me, crushes me, makes me cry. With icicles. Transparent, sharp, they slide silently down my cheeks and freeze before touching the ground. A voice, from nowhere, warns me not to prick anyone. I try to find its source, but reality is too […]

I can hardly remember anymore. The imprint of your heavy step has vanished, crushed under the weight of the years that have passed since then, over us. Thus begins the story of every memory that fades under the weight of time. At first, everything is clear: the sound of laughter, the smell of a summer […]

I stand at the tip of a stick, sniffing the present. A present that smells of burnt sugar and candied illusions, an era in which sacrifices are worthless coins, and words float empty, incapable of clothing any genuine emotion. Everything feels like a carnival show, where tears are mere props, and pain is consumed under […]

There is a place between seasons, an invisible line that only those who know how to look beyond time can recognize. It is that white space, suspended between two realities, where snow falls over gray days without bringing change, where distances are not measured in kilometers but in incomprehensible millimeters. That is where I exist. […]

Over the cold fields of indifference, a heavy fog settles, covering everything with a density of stupidity that tightens the air and suffocates any attempt to breathe the truth. The mountains, silent and distant, hide beyond the horizon line, covered by waves that foam with rage, swallowing everything, like our memories, unfulfilled dreams, and glasses […]

I spent some time in a man’s soul. I’m not exactly sure how it happened, but I ended up there, deep inside, in the middle of his thoughts and emotions. And to be honest, it wasn’t comfortable at all. It was crowded, as if everything was happening in a space too small for so many […]

It is said that time is an illusion, an invisible line that separates the past from the present and the present from the future. But what if time is not a line, but rather a circle, a spiral, a tangled knot of moments that meet and part endlessly? What if every moment lived is, in […]

Ever since childhood, I’ve felt that the clothes I wear are just a thin layer behind which something far more fragile and harder to define is hidden. It wasn’t just about skin but about that essence which sometimes trembles on the edge of an unspoken word or an untried gesture. To undress yourself means to […]

Sometimes, I draw empty clouds on the sky of my life, believing I can shape them. In a burst of inspiration, I fill these fragile outlines with people, dreams, plans, infinite egos, and above all, poetry. White verses crowd into imprecise spaces until the clouds collapse under their weight, and everything I tried to build […]

There exists a unique category of people, those explorers of hidden meanings, who wander like madmen through the labyrinth of dots and spaces. They do not seek merely perfect sentences but that fleeting perfection, hidden in the roundness of spoken and unspoken words. It is a path of introspection, of the relentless desire to break […]