An expatriate from the ancestral land of the Huetar people. Descendant of the few who survived and the colonizers who enslaved them, murdered them and stole their land, their culture and their name.
An expatriate from the ancestral land of the Huetar people. Descendant of the few who survived and the colonizers who enslaved them, murdered them and stole their land, their culture and their name.
A warm ray of sunshine turned flesh. Unbridled love as the expression of a soul full of trust, that hasn’t yet known fear.
Passion, surface manifestation of true emotions that yet go deep and wide. Clear words that know how to express thoughts.
Peace, the kind only found on those unmarred by the inexorable harshness of life.
Serenity, the absolute surrender allowed to those who dream truly.
Whif...
"Remember this, son: every mirror goes both ways; every reflective surface is a window to another dimension. We can see it, but it is always staring back at us. Waiting. Bearing its time to snap back." The memory of a baritone voice with features molded by endless cigarettes, still lingers around so many years later. "So be careful, these windows we cannot close, but we can choose what we show to ...
This is the house where she grew up. A place that she has known so well for so long, yet is now so different. Sounds and smells once omnipresent are no more. Even the light seems to have changed, from bright fiery crimson and almost ultraviolet purple, to only shades of gray, sickly green and pale blue. So much is missing. Only ethereal ghosts linger in this empty space. Only absence prevails.
Th...
Transparent, frozen, solid bars hanging from above: they surround her as the cold does.
Silence but for her own muted steps on the fallen leaves, her breath and the beating of her own heart.
She stops.
Silence but for the faint dripping sounds the bars make as they melt, and her heart which she can’t stop.
Silence between drips and heartbeats.
Silence. Ephemeral.
There she stands, as frozen...
They were peaceful. They were quiet. They had their life solved, or so they thought. Even if they were living someone else's life. Living but waiting for death's release. Is peace and quiet even the goal? Is there a need for a goal? They sometimes still wonder, doubting their decisions.
But they could hide no longer. The pressure was too much, used as they were to show one face in public and anot...