This is an old post (from June 2017) but I was re-reading my old posts trying to figure out which ones to take out from the «oblivion can» and which ones not, and I found it as relevant as when I wrote it so… Here you go! This post came from an interview to a … More Lgbtqia+ controversy
He walks like a tormented soul through the house, through the frozen fields, Publius Ovidius Naso, poet of Rome, fell out of favour, in his exile in Tomi. The words came swift to his mind, as if a foreign voice had whispered them in his ear, as if the winter´s breeze had brought back memories … More The poet’s exile
No. I am not an anti-vaxxer. I have all my vaccines since I was a little kid, and my kids have all the vaccines they have to have according their age. But I chose not to accept the Covid vaccine. Why? Well, I suppose most people would think I am irresponsible, because the vaccine can … More Venting about vaccines
He was just five, and he didn´t remember much from that day. In his mind, All Hallow´s Eve´s preparations were mixed with any other holiday in which huge amounts of food were served. But he clearly remembered the moment he entered the living room, crestfallen because his mother didn´t allow him to eat sweets when … More Nisonolmas (a small fragment)
«You say you’re willing to die for love, but you know nothing about dying and you know nothin about love.»- Eric Bana (Héctor)-Troy. That was the moment. A whisper escaped the lips and repressed melancholy filled the room while the foot was placed over the hard rock the wall was made with. The arms lifted … More A small tale
I am not sure if I am more done with the virus or the people. I mean… after all, a virus has no conscience, no deliberateness. It just goes around, infects some, doesn´t infect others… But… the people? People have a brain. I know they have it, inside the skull. A functional brain or they … More Covid-19. People´s priorities and disappointments.
It is told that once upon a time, in a place beyond the scope of memory, there was a tribe of beings similar to mankind, surpasing in height and strength our kind. They doubled height and strength of the strongest individual on Earth, at least. Their manes grew according to their nature: so, an individual … More Ualadú
And now I ought to ride to the hermitage in search for the priest whined Tomás, while as his horse trotted through the forest. He had arrived to Saint Miguel manor some days ago, scorting two benedictin monks from Saint Silvestre monastery, near Compostela. He had entered into service for the monastery prior to purify … More On the path to the priest
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