In the world of the invisible there are many things, things that cannot be seen and lie beyond the horizon. They cannot be seen with the physical eyes, but they can be felt; that is why the fact that we

Thoughts are not nothing; they are energy and have incredible power over a person, and not just over the person who has them, but over others too, because we are all one. Los pensamientos no son la nada,

El viaje de un coelccionista de magia / The journey of a magic collector

(poesía)

Hay algunos que se caen y no logran empezar de nuevo...ay, pero, por fortuna, yo me encuentro en el grupo de los que todavía, después de pincharse el culo... eso mismo... con el cactus y caer al vacío,

If we do not experience every second of life as it happens, it will be a second lost; that second will turn into a minute, those into hours, and those into life itself. Do not let life slip away. Si no

Hidden in the bushes, you can trail it by the smoke in someone's backyard. Old smoke, crumbling stone. The kinds of houses that won't see another earthquake. We kindle inside houses that've stood the test

This happens It happens that the rope on which I play at balance is about to vanish: it is held by the wind and by your fingers… your fingers, yes, among my addicted hair as I wander the Malecón. Yet,

For some reason On the taskbar, Mr Google shows today a flowery outfit. Oh, tulips! My joy echoes like a ripple throughout my head. I spend a few minutes gazing at them, doing nothing, almost hours, until

I stand still, motionless in the middle of the crowd, as if watching scenes from a film, but one in which I am an outsider; at that moment, time seems to stand still, and for me the hours pass in a different

Is it true that children play with bubbles near the Sagrada Familia? Could it be that trapeze artists and human cannonballs measure 1.67? Would you ever show up at an audition to work in a circus? Too

There are cats that glow in the dark and can guide us to a magical world, even those who say they don’t believe in it. Often, all you have to do is close your eyes and feel. Hay gatos que brillan en la

Todo lo que ya sabemos Lleva tiempo esto de amasar palabras… la mezcla, al principio, se siente recia o, en el peor de los casos, hueca. Pero cuando logras que una frase pase de la rigidez a un melodioso

Hace mucho, mucho tiempo nació una voz... // A long, long time ago a voice was born...

Una mañana de un día que no era cualquier día, el antes conocido como Sr. Inercia....

Fantasy exists everywhere, but especially in our mind, our imagination, and with it we can travel wherever we want. But also that fantasy exists in our heart, perhaps memories of other worlds that our

Quizás sea extremo, pero tengo que encontrar mi propia voz. Y si acaso ya existe, acomodarla aquí en mi pecho sin que queme, sin que se vuelva redundante, para poder mostrar todo lo que soy, lo que no

Only the eyes of the soul can see what is invisible to human eyes, only the heart can feel, beyond reason, only intuition has the true wisdom of the all-knowing, all-seeing universe, where the real, inner

“Había miles y miles de formas de alegría en el mundo, pero todas eran esencialmente una y la misma, a saber, la alegría de poder amar.” ― Michael Ende, La historia interminable Pasa que suelo inventar

There are experiences that change everything, especially when you see another world with different eyes, the eyes of the soul. The experience is very much like the intense connection you have with nature.