These fragments weren't born with the intention of being brought together. They're scattered, but they tell something about the person who wrote all this: there are songs, attempts at poems, and thoughts that eroded the mind so much that it was necessary to exile them from that treacherous place.

Long nights, when sleep was impossible, gave rise to most of the writings this site houses. Reading them is like a conversation; sometimes I speak directly to the reader, shouting everything I feel at the moment of writing.

I don't intend to elaborate further; I want the focus to be on the texts.
Don't expect to find answers, because there aren't any. There's no target audience; I simply allow free navigation in my world. If these texts reach more people, I only want those who need to understand them to do so—no one more, no one less.

I'll try to organize things a bit, gathering everything that's lost between my notebook and my phone, tying it all together on a website that I hope will remain intact.

That's all there is to it; don't expect anything more, because I have nothing else to offer beyond what you've already inferred from the preceding lines.

P.S.: All texts were originally written in Spanish and subsequently translated into English. Some may lose a bit of meaning; for more details, please contact me.