What will my redeemer be like? I ask myself. Will he be a bull or a man? Will he perhaps…

«Would you believe it, Ariadne? The Minotaur scarcely defended himself.» – Jorge Luis Borges

The picture of my mother I was carrying in my pocket felt hot against myheart, as if she herself were sweating. It…

What was that I just heard, dona Eduviges? She shook her head as if waking from a dream. «That’s Miguel…

No one knows better than I do how far heaven is, but I also know all the shortcuts. The secret…

Πίστευε ότι τη γνώριζε. Αλλά ακόμα κι αν δεν ήταν έτσι, τάχα δεν έφτανε πως ήξερε ότι είναι το πιο…