Why I write

A simple phrase is enough to shake an inner life: "Why do I write?" A certainty takes shape, paradoxical and burning: writing is pointless, and that's...

The froth of lives

Can we still take refuge in our inner life, behave as rebels against this world that loves nothing but externality and its procession of emotions pushed to their limits...?.

The family's tasks

Why do we think it's easy to have a family? We think it's easy what is natural. Yet, the sense of what is natural has evaporated by forgetting its law. And so it is...

The gold digger

One day, his only desire, he fulfilled it effortlessly each day. He would get up and mentally count the time it took him to do it. He counted the time...

Sundays

Is it Sunday? It's Sunday! Savoring the dawning day as if speaking to no one in particular, enjoying a hearty breakfast, it's a day of celebration, let's not forget...