It is said that a person is just a person. But that’s not true. A person is an entire galaxy, a world with doors always left ajar, where shadows and lights wander, old loves and forgotten fears, newborn promises and memories that still breathe. Each of us is like a drop of dew clinging to […]
I always got stuck on characters. I would build them up to a certain point, give them a shape, a voice, maybe even a verbal tic, and try to craft a past for them. But then, when the moment came to breathe life into them, to let them exist through their own thoughts, I would […]
I have often thought about what it means to write a novel. Structure, characters, conflicts, climax – all these rules we learn, follow, and apply. But what if I don’t want to write a novel the way everyone expects? What if I want to write and, at the same time, say nothing? This is the […]
How long does a thought last? What is the worth of a dream lived only halfway, caught between reality and illusion? How intense can a dance be when no one sees it, yet it ignites an inner fire? Time moves in unsuspected rhythms, slipping through the corners of our days, sometimes without leaving visible traces. […]
It brings me sunshine, it brings me beauty. And perhaps no light is warmer than the one that appears after the cold, no sky bluer than the one washed clean by the last icy rains. March arrives like a promise, like a ray slipping through the shadows of winter. March is about springs, about all […]
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 […]