My shell

So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them."


― Sylvia PlathJohnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams: Short Stories, Prose, and Diary Excerpts

Between the bars

The 3th picture was published in the spanish magazine " Obituario".


      I keep carrying this shattered glass on my hunch back, in my dreams I'm Quasimodo looking for a     place   to hide from my mediocrity, this mediocrity you hated so much, all that emotional clutter you could never bare to see.

     The thought of you seeing me this naked disgusts me to the point I want to vanish. I imagine   Gregor Samsa  felt this useless when he realized he was nothing   but a disgusting insect.  

    I can't love you.

   I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.