Child's story which narrates the beginning of the character Gupy, which is a water droplet who was just formed and is ready to explore the world. Originally written in Spanish, translated into English.

Child's story which narrates the beginning of the character Gupy, which is a water droplet who was just formed and is ready to explore the world. Originally written in Spanish, translated into English.

A short story about two enemy soldiers in a battlefield, situated during WWI, originally written in Spanish, translated into English

A short story about two enemy soldiers in a battlefield, situated during WWI, originally written in Spanish, translated into English

Trooper Droid, character designed for a sci-fi story I’m working on. Trooper Droid, personaje creado para una historia de ciencia ficción en la que estoy trabajando.

We trace maps of memories… and negociate the acceptance of opposing realities. The limit between the real and the unreal, the truth and the lie, what our life was and what we added becomes blured and, by defining it, we invent ourselves.

“I know, I know…” But he didn’t really. All he knew about was things: concepts, objects. And he didn’t enjoy knowledge. Moreover, he couldn’t not say something about himself, he always had to say at least one thing: I am… I like… I think… whatever. She, on the other hand, didn’t know what to say, […]

Uma menina orfã chamada Melody descobre o que acontece na noite de Halloween.

La noche más inesperada, se encontraron en un sitio poco peculiar. Tom prometió volver al mismo lugar cada sábado para saber más de él, pero el día en que dejó de aparecerse, hizo sentir a Bill tan olvidado como la fogata de hacía años...

En la primera semana de inicio al nuevo ciclo estudiantil, Tom queda hechizado por Bill, el chico de actitud y físico más explosivo que haya visto antes. Sus ideas comienzan a confundirse y Bill se dueña de sus sueños... Pero ser gay no está registrado en la mente de Tom.

Because of a revelation in a determined circumstance (during which in a second he experiences many simultaneous lives), this man discovers he can be whomever he choses at every moment, but he doesn’t know how to repeat the experience consciously.

You liking me. Why through the intellect? I don’t know. I think that if you like me is but for a strange mix of attributes, ordinary when seen with those of their on species, but adorable if blended with others from so scattered origins. Especially for you, so full of prejudice, poor thing.

Poema en Inglés. Poem in English

In this new world there exists no distance and I’ve been dreaming of you so consistently that you’re with me.

“So no. I don’t think I had done anything wrong. Maybe I believed so at one moment, but, in retrospective, I guess there’s no way we could do wrong. Knowing that is our power.” She hadn’t finished saying it when she was already sorry. She knew it wasn’t the place or the moment to spit […]

Even if I tried to trick my mind bringing up new subjects through which it could divert itself: the pimple on my face, the reason why I should go to work every day to an awful place, the wall fungus, my wish to be free (really free) or my recurrent knee pain, nothing attained to […]

Writing as vomiting. Not as vomiting, as pulling a handkerchief out of the mouth. Passing the words from one place to the other. My imagination as a door. Sometimes they push to open it and get through. Sometimes I stand looking inward, checking the clock until I see them kicking up dust in the distance.