Category: Vol. III The colours of our blood

  • The Accountant Angels

    The Accountant Angels

    Talking about Angels and Heaven, I clearly recall that when I was but a child… I liked to imagine Heaven with its respective Angels While we, the humble, sinful mortals, would be held on trial for every single moment of our fragile life, each one of us in particular. Nonetheless, we all would potentially deserve, or not,…

  • A vision of heaven

    A vision of heaven

    Talking about Angels and Heaven, I clearly recall that when I was but a child… I liked to imagine Heaven with its respective Angels Back then, I had my own proper vision of that heaven promised to me, at the moment, by Father Juan. I envisioned it, as if it were an immense and grandiose set of…

  • Family reunion

    Family reunion

    That “many were wrong… is a respite for fools”, so it’s said on the streets. And motivated by some unknown reason that slumbers in the deep reaches of my soul, as it lies sadly numb and dazed by the overwhelming heat, these popular aphorisms continue to pop into my mind. The strangest thing I find…

  • In hot lands

    In hot lands

    The heat has precisely reached an extreme point; to the moment which this anti-climate becomes an absolute, or rather, it turns into a matter that could well be said as: the truly unbearable and totally intolerable. Not even this morning, as I hopped on the plane at Cochabamba City’s airport, did I run into this…