Le Repos, by Javier MosqueraThe Weight of Stillness
The smell of sun-baked stone always brings me back to the feeling of a day ending before it has truly begun. It is a dry, chalky scent that clings to the back of the throat, like the dust kicked up by a passing cart on a narrow street. I remember…
The Weight of the Unspoken
We are taught that language is the only bridge. We speak to fill the rooms we inhabit, to push back the silence that gathers in the corners like dust. But there are moments when the tongue fails, when the weight of what we carry is too heavy…
Let there be Light
There will be light all over the place. There will be hope all over the place. In darkness we lose hope. In darkness dreams seems pale. With light the hopes get new direction. With the sight of light, dreams get colorful. Have you ever wonder…