what the title says. in spanish and english.

an old jewish woman mourns her husband. drabble.

part of my newest project, "songs to pass the time."

about a victim of la guerra sucia. in english and spanish.

a little piece based on one of my novellas. originally in french with translations into english and spanish!

el titulo lo dice. for those who don't speak spanish, it's in english too!

New version of an older poem. Originally in Spanish, but I've translated it. Please leave criticism.

Beneath a thirsty sun.

There's something solemn and lovely about midnight in New York.

She smiles so bright at the thought of the morning. Drabble.

I wait at the threshold of the sky. Spanish translation included!

our mothers are crying.

now i will not be alone.

tis a multilingual dialogue that makes no sense. honnetement, je n'ai pas d'une idee.

Writing assignment for English 101. 30 August, 2007.

...Exactly what the title says. 29 August, 2007.

Lingering memories float on fresh hopes. 31 July, 2007

All I see is time beyond these dirty lenses. 27 July, 2007.

I no longer feel small when I look at the sky. 20 July, 2007.

She was a lily among the thorns in that old town...

We are free in this place called Oceansvillewhatever. [16 June, 2007.]

A really, really old school assignment prosething from 2005. Don't read. It's here for archiving purposes.

Una pequeña telenovela que escribí por escuela. La moza extraterrestre es la dueña de las almas torturadas de las personajes, quienes han luchado con sus pasiones... bwahahahaha! ENGLISH TRANSLATION PROVIDED!

J'ai laissé mon amour... English translation in second chapter!

The one thing your history professors never wanted you to know about mediaeval rulers... bwahahahahahaha! Not meant for the sane.

Starry nights in Caernarfon never were so lovely...

The spirit of the world is not dead. Early April, 2007.

Men have lived, and so men must die. Freeverse epic about death, destruction, and doomed love done on 24 February, 2007, reposted. I review back!

Fear is the new plague. 10 April, 2007.

The final thoughts of a dying woman. 8 April, 2007.

If hope is a waking dream, then what is despair? Mediocre poem done on 31 March, 2007. Criticism is welcome!

I despise pity, but that is what modern people are. Pitiful.

Random Shakespearean sonnet done at an ungodly hour. 'Tis a bit rough, and I welcome criticism.

A random sonnet I wrote on 3 February, 2006 about love and heartbreak and all that jazz. Obviously older.

I bleed for him, my love, my life, my heart. He broke my heart, so now I slash my wrists. Typical teenage angst poetry done as an experiment. NOT INDICATIVE OF WHAT I CAN WRITE.

He says we are fearful, that the things for which men once died are vain and useless. I say otherwise. I know otherwise.

Rather morbid poetry about Isabella of France and my own selfpity. Partly in French. I review back!

We paint ourselves all colours of the rainbow. I am every last one of them. 4 March, 2007.

Just watch the rain, we're free. A random stream of consciousness piece I wrote for an English class last year... I found it and thought what the heck?, hence this posting.

That she hated the world, and no one had the chance to tell her otherwise... based on a real life scenario.

I am a mouth, eyes, heart, soul, a mere child I am the body of Christ. An experiment, also my first prose posting.

We are constantly at war with ourselves.

With mine, I build mountains.

A sonnet on nonexistence I wrote a few months back. Selfexplanatory, really.

Fear rules man's existence... but not mine. Sonnet.

My greatest fear: the death of what man's spirit truly is. Done at seven in the morning for no reason whatsoever.