Cuento Inglés

THE MAD HOUSE I thought I had left the door slightly ajar when I entered the place. I found it while I was wondering the South-East desert. The way its golden towers and domes shone with the sunlight grabbed my attention and made me deviate from my endeavors to explore this magnificent fortress. As soon […]

WITHOUT WAITING FOR GODOT Sorrow was sweet. A stage of lethargy that was calm. Bitter, yet calm. Tragedy climbed each night the stoned walls of the castle; creeping into each chamber with the satisfactory gaze of whom has trespassed a forbidden border. Tears were such a delight. They were a magnet to embraces of both