El espejo de Dalí

Llaman a la puerta. Tumbado en el sofá miré el reloj de cuco. Pensé que era la casera, aquella vieja no me quitaba ojo desde que me mudé. En aquella época eso de vivir solo estaba mal visto. Supongo que creía que era uno de esos hippies que acumulan basura en casa y un día … Continuar leyendo El espejo de Dalí

La isla

"What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one." “To the Lighthouse” -Virginia … Continuar leyendo La isla