[Words] cling to the very core of our memories and lie there in silence until a new desire reawakens them and recharges them with loving energy. That is one of the qualities of love that...

Dicen que el sordo no oye, pero compone

There are some things in life that shouldn’t be given so much importance, if they don’t change what is essential.

Once again she would arrive at a foreign place. Once again be the newcomer, an outsider, the one who did not belong. She knew from experience that she would quickly have to ingratiate herself with...

Carefully studying the delicate form of the doll, she was thinking how easy it was to wish for things as a child. Then nothing seemed impossible. Growing up, one realizes how many things one cannot...

…a woman, silent, voiceless, a mere woman who didn’t bear on her shoulders the enormous responsibility of building the conquest with her words. A woman, who, contrary to what would be expected, felt relief in...

The simple truth is that the truth does not exist; it all depends on a person’s point of view.

Mi abuela tenía una teoría muy interesante, decía que si bien todos nacemos con una caja de cerillos en nuestro interior, no los podemos encender solos, necesitamos, como en el experimento, oxígeno y la ayuda...

The trouble with crying over an onion is that once the chopping gets you started and the tears begin to well up, the next thing you know you just can’t stop.

She felt so lost and lonely. One last chile in walnut sauce left on the platter after a fancy dinner couldn’t feel any worse than she did. How many times had she eaten one of...

Tita knew through her own flesh how fire transforms the elements, how a lump of corn flour is changed into a tortilla, how a soul that hasn’t been warmed by the fire of love is...

…being able to listen to unrepeatable secrets, wishes, and desires wasn’t as wonderful as it seemed…being aware of what other people felt at every moment would come to cause him a lot of headaches, and...

Mes visi tikriausiai gimstame su degtukų dėžute viduje, tik patys negalime jų uždegti, reikia deguonies ir žvakės liepsnos. Tačiau deguonį turi atstoti mylimo žmogaus kvėpavimas, žvakę – bet koks valgis, muzika, glamonės, žodis ir garsas,...

At a certain point in his life he stopped searching for himself in everything that exists and gave in to temptations. Or, as you say, he sinned and later fled.

Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can’t strike them all by ourselves

Words travel as swiftly as desire, so it is possible to send a message of love without them.