THE GIFT OF WRITING

Nellys García

THE GIFT OF WRITING
HOW WOULD I LIKE TO STUDY LETTERS, APPARENTLY IT IS NOT WRITTEN THAT IT IS FOR ME, BUT, IN THE FACE OF SO MUCH NEED TO WRITE, I HAVE CHOSEN TO LISTEN TO MY INTUITION AND PLEASE IT...
THAT IS WHY I AM A SELF-TAUGHT.

LETTER TO MY BELOVED NEPHEW

Black, my beloved nephew, receive the blessing of whoever loves you, he remembers you and needs you like a son is needed. Last night I...

VIRGINITY

And the lily grew... wasting pollen in the wind in search of naïve loves eager for sun, moon and water... Lonely lovers... Where its...

THE BUTTERFLY'S DANCE

YOU GET SPOTTED WITH AROMAS OF OLD LOVESSENSUAL SWEET BUTTERFLY DRESS WITH GALA SUIT TO DANCE ON THE FLIGHT THE EXOTIC DANCE THAT ADORNS...

THE CLAIM OF MATERNAL NATURE

The dawn announces a new day, clears my mind, heavy, full of insomnia, of pain… my insides hurt, sharp and inexpressive pain that marks...