ABOLITIO NOMINIS

Un verso devastado por la desidia en rastrojos supurando el óxido de un tiempo irredimible. Una palabra desacralizada sin papel que la sustente, hundida en la sorda inmanencia de circuitos que urden la fría vastedad de un porvenir agotado hasta la náusea. Nos quedan algunos ecos, estrías sonoras en vidas rumiadas a dentellazos de nostalgias disecándose sobre la grava ardiente de una memoria que fragua…

https://lobosluna.wordpress.com/2026/05/13/abolitio-nominis/

SEGUIDOR

Iba detrás de su madre como un pequeño escolta, cuidándole la retaguardia, vigilándola con celo y dedicación, sin apartar la vista en ningún momento de aquella figura alta y segura. La veía moverse confiadamente unos pasos adelante, avanzando rítmicamente sin perder suntuosidad ni prestancia y sin apenas volver la vista, concentrada en alcanzar su lugar de destino, completamente ajena a la diminuta figura que la seguía con aplicación, que ajustaba la marcha…

https://lobosluna.wordpress.com/2026/04/13/seguidor/

PALEONOMASTIC

The spring of words has dried out. The weariness has covered it with its heath that scorches, simmering, with its embrace festooned by thistles and beggar-ticks of so much timeless waiting. As a lover thirsting for some freshness and greenery brimming over fulgent springs, it drank away even the tenderest dew nested in the verb that weaved the lush garland of days…

https://searingwords.wordpress.com/2026/04/04/paleonomastic/

DIGITAL CONVERSION

He stopped reading books years ago.He replaced them by screens and pixels where unfulfilled longings are flickering within the reach of a click every time he scrolled tapping here and there, giving likes or commenting the wonders popping up relentlessly from networks and platforms. As he watches creative processes, looks upon recommendations and follows tutorials, the idea of finding at last a niche for nesting the promise that once everyone…

https://searingwords.wordpress.com/2026/03/26/digital-conversion/

ACCOUTREMENTS

We will be filled with doubts and we will put them in our pockets for the days when certainties smash our fingers with the raging grandiloquence of a flickering clickbait between the announce of the world’s end and the horrors lurking behind the daily bread and a future at the edge of imminency. We keep them warm from the dream…

https://searingwords.wordpress.com/2026/03/03/accoutrements/

CUMULUS

"Spring Motif" - Mikalojus Konstantinas Čiurlionis. The dogs' barking has awakened me again in the middle of the night, or at dawn, I’m never pretty sure. I can hear them bawling in the distance through the curtains, shuttered as dropping eyelids on the big large windows, in a nocturnal torpor that I ceased to share in full since long time yet.

https://searingwords.wordpress.com/2026/02/19/cumulus/

"Sólo por breves segundos, cada cierto tiempo, la difusa niebla de la memoria temblaba imperceptiblemente, perturbada por el contacto acogedor de una mano que se posaba sobre su hombro a su espalda, y una voz que murmuraba cerca de su oído palabras que no alcanzaba a percibir..."

https://lobosluna.wordpress.com/2025/07/10/donde-habite-el-olvido/

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