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Path of Dust

Here the dust speaks out. It descends upon the world as a deposit of the useless, as a house crumbling down for a mere touch, scattering…

Feb 4

Path of Dust

Feb 4

Fast Food

“We’re hungry!”, they shout from behind. I barely listen to them, focused as I am trying to spot the next stop to get some supplies so I…

Jan 11

Fast Food

Jan 11

Nocturne in Abeyance

The howl of the world resounds into the fateful night and I slip my shoes off under the embrace of all what is waiting. Silent omens creep…

Jan 2

Nocturne in Abeyance

Jan 2

Approaching

The massive vessels plunge into sidereal void, filling it, swallowing it under the reticular vastness of their metallic spins. Their fires…

Dec 21, 2024

Approaching

Dec 21, 2024

Centurion

What is a hundred years when the anthems of victorious and condemned ones are tolled with the same merciless chords of the eternal return…

Dec 11, 2024

Centurion

Dec 11, 2024

Verbal Archeology

Something told me that I had to leave words behind. That they were old, worn-out, lacking the substance that made them growing once, in a…

Nov 28, 2024

Verbal Archeology

Nov 28, 2024

Astralopithecus

The night bewitched me with its kind warm breasts, scented in silences piercing as barks and distant laments. It invited me to the suicidal…

Nov 20, 2024

Astralopithecus

Nov 20, 2024

Word Processor

Stop writing doesn’t seem to be an option at this point, and any negligence in this regards weighs as a death sentence in life, especially…

Nov 13, 2024

Word Processor

Nov 13, 2024

Blackout

When every screen shuts down, when every thumb gets still, then we will know what happened to us and will be able to keep going or die…

Nov 6, 2024

Blackout

Nov 6, 2024

Platforms

I kept waiting for the 11 o’clock train, but it never came. I was there with my hand luggage and a thick plush blanket, which I have packed…

Oct 25, 2024

Platforms

Oct 25, 2024

Horacio Lobos Luna

Horacio Lobos Luna

Frustrated E.T., hopeless to go back to his home star. And hungry, really hungry… But no having taste for humans, I write. https://searingwords.wordpress.com

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