silence
It is one of those times when there is no sunset, just a mist. You stare at the sea and the line of the horizon is gone. You are in front of an abstract canvas, too close, with just one colour: grey. There is height and there is width, bu…
At first he didn't know who I was. My sunglasses, my ponytail. He looked at my trainers. "You are 'la' Carmen, right?" It was fictional to return to that place and see how almost every leaf was untouched. A van with a scary clown sprayed o…