“David’s mouth dripped open slowly. He stood with his heels dug into my carpet, a dashed hope, a broken dream. No amount of money could top the priceless look that gathered on his face like an unmade bed. His eyebrows crumpled and furrowed like disheveled sheets. His lips curled into an acidic smirk. Confusion and shock collided in the cornea of his dilated pupils. He was a B.B. King song, personified. His entire body sang the blues.”
“Success in life is useless is you don't have a balance of happiness, peace, hope, and optimism.”
“Los lamentos no son sino el deseo de abrir aún más la herida.”
“Detened ese tren agonizante que nunca acaba de cruzar la noche.”
“Es posible que no haya otra memoria que la memoria de las heridas».”
“y la fama y el amor nada más que un truco para atenuar nuestra herida.”
“La noche trae luz, La herida trae elixir. La tormenta ofrece valentía, Las nubes crean carácter.”