Tormenta cerebral / Brainstorm

   The last place has always been paired with all the bad connotations. Being last is seen as having virtually no good qu...

   I could see the city, all of its lights moving beneath me. The avenues looked like serpents, wiggling about in all dir...

   Waking up had never been that difficult. My eyelids felt heavy and sticky. In the glimpses I had been able to witness,...

   I have found myself without words, without a real need to speak out, to talk to anyone. I find every person to be utterly dull, to be de...