Después de media hora — quizá más — el bosque da paso a las montañas desnudas: totalmente descubiertas. Esta vez, meses tras mi última visita, se visten de un verde notable. Entre el bosque y el vacío hay una muralla de rocas — división artificial. Luego al instante aparece un edificio construido del mismo material…

Not too long ago, I smiled when I chanced upon an article in the New York Times that made mention of Thucydides. To-day, I had the thrilling experience of encountering Herodotus in the Guardian. The latest findings confirm what was said about the matter [i.e., the origin of the Etruscans] almost 2,500 years ago, by…

Mi vida aumentaría en credibilidad si fuese narrada, si tuviese una voz explicando cada uno de mis pensamientos, miedos e inquietudes, e.g., “Él hablaba con una honestidad, de una forma franca que nacía de una intensa soledad. Al expresarse directamente, sin rodeos, él tratraba de escalar aquella división y por fin tener una amistad con…

“Allegory, mother of all dogmas, is the replacement of the seal by the hallmark, of reality by shadow; it is the falsehood of truth, and the truth of falsehood” — Eliphas Levi. I felt the warmth suffocate, holding me instantly without hesitation in its circumscribing embrace. Perforce, I shut my eyes as my body resolved…

He followed me in my darkness as I struggled to find balance on an uneven and opaque path. I felt a blade — his — cutting into flesh, tearing my back asunder with its piercing metal-bitter edge. — Ugh, I modestly moaned, groping for clarity, something to bolster me: for life!

According to The Guardian: Hillary Clinton emerged as the clear winner from the first debate between the Democratic candidates in the 2008 presidential race – ahead of her main rival Barack Obama – according to those present in the audience1. The article goes on to expound on the great performance by Mrs. Clinton vis-à-vis Mr.…

Ladybugs fascinate me. They symbolise a part of my childhood: running barefoot through fields of tall green grasses and scaling greedily up scabrous-bark clad trees before performing pirouettes on their crawling branches. I once fell on my head, and with the effusion of blood ebbed my passion for acrobatic fancies. I confined myself to terrestrial…

Trying to find my way back; to that road I was walking on. Everything is a haze, a monotonous, all-consuming lull. And I can’t seem to break out of this infernal, stomach-turning madness — an interlude-become-nightmare.

Again, I am reliving that age-old scene: there I am, trembling and anxious, in a daze, consumed by a febrile instantiated dementia, forever erect upon that eternal precipice, teetering. Somehow I never fall, I always manage to retain my upwardness – my humanity – but perhaps now, just this once, I shall fall unto my…

The inveterate melancholic that I am, I catch myself sifting through the memories of the hour car ride that separates Albuquerque from Santa Fe — eternally. The Sandia Mountains, fingertips drenched in frothing snow, greet the arrival with solemnous salaams. The rest, an ostensibly barren wasteland, a flat martian landscape etched into the geographic façade…