The Blood of the Innocents

The streets cry with the blood of the innocent,” my mother said. It was one of her favorite sayings, and to this day, I can’t forget it, especially with what happened to me the other day. I was walking down the street, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a specter…or at... Continue Reading →

Sangre de Inocentes

“Las calles lloran con la sangre de inocentes”, se dijo mi madre. Era una frase favorita de ella por toda mi vida. Y aun hoy, todavía no puedo olvidarlo. Especialmente con lo que pasaron el otro día. Estaba caminando a mi casa cuando en la esquina de mi ojo, vi un espectro… o al menos... Continue Reading →

The Music Box

                Applause thundered from the concert hall as Saotomé Golán finished the closing note on his fifth symphony. According to him, it would be his last. Just days before this final performance, he sent out a press release stating that he would no longer be composing music as he wanted to spend the last few... Continue Reading →

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