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my cousin once took a bite off a fake fruit i had sitting on my kitchen counter. i felt strangely proud, like i had stuff that looked so good i could fool him, i could fool anyone.

» Posted By estefania On 09.05.2018 @ 2:27 pm


He gave me sixty stern looks in the past hour, a hundred and forty two yesterday and three thousand fifty six last month. Each were engraved in my brain, pulsating like a fresh wound about to gush out blood. I laughed at my terror.

» Posted By estefania On 06.06.2018 @ 12:35 am


My skin would go from transparent to luminous periodically. When I was with her, it happened weekly. Some days you could see me in the dark and through sunlight and I felt complete.

» Posted By estefania On 06.01.2018 @ 6:26 am


I tried calculating the dimensions of my embarrassment, tried to put my feelings into numbers since I’ve failed to put it into words. All I could come up with was a three cubic centimeter white, weather resistant cone.

» Posted By estefania On 05.31.2018 @ 12:26 pm


i have spent my entire life chopping logs. there are life lessons in it, but they are only in the aesthetics of geometry. i have never found such a thing as futile and beautiful as admiring the curvature of the line drawn in the air by a deadly weapon aimed at something that died years ago. i can spend my whole life in the woods, never feel the need to speak another word.

» Posted By estefania On 01.27.2018 @ 8:00 am


the panic shot up her spine causing her to sit up right, to look up at him, his stare puncturing a like dagger, an upright man predator-like about to

» Posted By estefania On 08.05.2017 @ 5:20 pm


the evocative form of the ordinary ordinance is engrained in my brain after dawns and sunsets of trivial occurrences until they impregnate my intimacy and I theirs so our existences become intertwined in such a way a cup of coffee only makes sense sitting near me and I near it.

» Posted By estefania On 03.29.2017 @ 1:44 pm


we were weaving.
weaving good bye.
it has become pretty usual in this city.
good bye that means if it gets better, maybe, someday..
we will see each other again.

» Posted By Estefanía On 12.14.2014 @ 7:22 pm

we were near the pool.
weaving good bye for 8 time this year.
we would never see them again.
them, my friends.

» Posted By Estefanía On 12.14.2014 @ 7:20 pm


I know im not one to remember much, but I look back to that night – the one we said our goodbyes – and I remember everything. How we hugged for long in silence. I remember your scent and your curls resting on my cheek. I remember shivering, wrapped around the cold wind and inside your arms and the dimly lit street. The faint rain hitting our faces and the moonlight too, and I remember stars, just not in the sky. I remember them in your eyes. And in between all the starry nights I remember, this was the most beautiful one.

» Posted By estefania On 08.21.2014 @ 5:30 pm


This is a strange time in my life. I keep floating between memories that don’t make much sense anymore. They are becoming shapes and colors and smells and feelings, and they always take me here, under a cloudless sky hovering over me. The blue is so intense that it looks like a roof itself and I don’t feel outdoors, I feel at home. You see, I don’t think I’m even here anymore.

» Posted By estefania On 06.15.2014 @ 5:21 pm


He was the instigator. He had started it and I wanted to scream that at the top of my lungs but I was in a sea of fear and I was out of my depth. He had come into my life to turn it upside down. He tried to grab all my feelings in his hand but they weren’t small enough and it hurt, and well, I supposed he was the instigator of every disaster that had happened, even me.

» Posted By estefania On 06.14.2014 @ 11:27 am

He was the instigator. He had started it and I wanted to scream that at the top of my lungs but I was flooded in fear and I was out of my depth. He had come into my life to turn it upside down. He tried to grab all my feelings in his hand but they weren’t small enough and it hurt, and well, I supposed he was the instigator of what i became.

» Posted By Estefania On 06.14.2014 @ 10:43 am


people, boyfriend, relationship, vital.. important. comunication. nature, ear, headphones, society. living,

» Posted By estefania On 03.24.2013 @ 9:08 pm


Tengo miedo, creo que debería haber llorado cuando te marchaste y aquí sigo, sin derramar una sola lágrima por ti, pero sin embargo siento que me haces falta. Quizás ya me acostumbré a no llorar por quienes pierdo. Que tristeza más grande notar eso, estoy perdiendo una sensación tan humana que quizás estoy dejando de serlo. Tengo miedo.

» Posted By Estefanía On 01.12.2013 @ 5:23 am


Standing on the roof I looked up and say the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, the night sky and all its wonder and glory. I knew standing there I was just a small piece of something greater than I could ever understand.

» Posted By Estefania On 12.06.2012 @ 9:26 pm


fuses, so much fire in the earth. better yet so much fire in the heart. with one kiss the fuse goes off, the mind goes deep within the fire and so does the heart. this fuse is what sets the soul to fall in love, to fall deep into the daring fire. with your eyes shut close you don’t look but you just go into the burning fire and fall in love.

» Posted By estefania On 07.23.2012 @ 7:05 pm


you are instrumental, you are an instrument. of what i ask? i do not know, no one knows. we all go through life trying to figure it out. maybe one day it will be reveled. maybe one day we will be happy being the instruments that create what we desire most.

» Posted By Estefania On 05.07.2012 @ 10:00 am


This for me describes some kind of dancing. With a simple and fluffy slow swing from here to there. Sounds like something soft, in the face, in the air and in my body. Something cute with a swing.

» Posted By Estefania On 03.07.2012 @ 10:31 am


The museum is very interesting. It has a lot of good things that show you history and life. It has a lot of inventions and i like to go to a museum in another place of the world. It is very useful for a lot of homework you do and learn about your past.

» Posted By estefania On 11.26.2011 @ 6:01 pm


presidents are very important people that do important things for the country mos of them are corrupt but they do good things at least for us to be in a better place. I really dont like talking about them but well.

» Posted By estefania On 11.25.2011 @ 2:39 pm


sex. dating. sunset. nick russell. music. concerts. fuck. i don’t know what to write. roses. chocolate. dinner. candles. silk. singing. wine. jazz. poetry. compliments.

» Posted By Estefania On 09.30.2011 @ 2:23 pm


sad person
good friend

» Posted By estefania On 08.19.2011 @ 9:31 pm


i ran over a deer onthe road, when i got out of my car the deer was stil lhalf alive, i saw that it was afemale deer and it was pregnanat. the baby had come gushing out but it ws alive. i immediately tookt eh abbay to the hospital i did not know what to do. he was scareminga dn scareming and i couldnt take it anymore so before gtting to the hospital i ran over it too. so he would stop crying. then i went home watched law and order brushed my teeth and went to bed.

» Posted By estefania On 08.18.2011 @ 1:36 pm


i stole you and you stole me. whatever, i guess all that matters is that now i have no money. you have some money, but not enough to get you very far. maybe a bus ticket to the corner, maybe you can buy some candy with that. at the end of the day, i have nothing more than you have. i have no money and you have guilt.

» Posted By estefania On 05.23.2011 @ 10:23 pm


domestic? who the hell WANTS to be domestic? why would anyone want to fall under the critiques of society and become domestic?
why not just run away without caring about anything?

p.s. i really didn’t know what to write…

» Posted By estefania On 05.21.2011 @ 7:16 am


plans, what the hell is a plan, why do we spend lot of time making plans, why is it that we can´t live without making this annoying plans… how would life could be if we just live without making plans.

» Posted By estefanía On 04.03.2011 @ 8:39 pm


everything in life needs to be specific, well, not everything cause’ what about love, it doesnt need to be with an specific person, it just needs to be with the right one, and that right one is not alway the person you tought it was going to be or the type of person you tought that it is your type, or the blue eyes you imagined when u were little, if u see, it’s always unexpected, unwanted and unimagined.

» Posted By estefania On 03.02.2011 @ 9:17 pm


I heard an alarm and felt scared, I didn’t know what to do, was terrifying!

» Posted By Estefania On 02.07.2011 @ 12:14 pm


it did not, as expected, sting. it was far worse. it slapped him in the face. it was as if he had laid every single detail, fact, and dream of his short lived existence and had been denied. he looked once more at the rejection letter from harvard.

» Posted By estefania On 12.21.2010 @ 11:15 pm

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