Sebastián Iturralde

Fail me, once and for all. Give me just one reason to lose respect for you and collect my debt exactly the way I desire.

Your footsteps echo like a sentence. My heart burns, but my words will be made of ice; it is the only balance left before my desire to possess you destroys everything.

The dust is the only thing that dares to inhabit this room with me. Of you, all that remains is a silence heavier than any farewell.

Take this cold with you; it feels like a dagger that has come to live in my heart.

The book you left is still in my bag; I only open it to hear you through someone else’s words. Every time I cross the bridge, I lack the courage to throw it into the river.

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With a silent mind, as rivers of ideas stemming from a kind nature carry me to worlds I never knew.

Like the bells of tiny churches, the birds decorate forests of the very color that progress lacks the most.

With chains around their necks, they walked their barefoot humans across rocky paths.

A melody that brushes against you, forcing you to turn and admire its lips.

The rabbit that rests under the sun for days after digging a hole.

Our problems haunt us until we have no choice but to return to nature.

Savoring the moment, knowing that with each passing day, I have fewer of them left.

Tweeting to take a break from writing without losing my edge.

Weekends are surprisingly tough for my reading. Restarting on Monday is a challenge I actually love.

@cconrado__ Reading is almost as personal as a conversation between two old friends.

@emhoneyreads The good thing is that 'someone' can be anyone who has truly gained something from reading.

I’m not looking for much, just someone who wants to hear about the books I’m reading.

We are in conflict because we refuse to accept that power has already changed hands.

Just finished a wrestling match with a PHP server. I lost the fight, but I gained a lot of XP.

The creator of Twitter must have spent time beneath a tree, eavesdropping on the secrets of birds.