Langostita

Bienvenidos a un trocito de mi alma.

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A crumpled wool blanket draped across a slightly unmade bed, the fabric a deep, muted teal with visible pilling and worn edges that speak of long nights and heavy thoughts. On the bedside table, a closed journal with a cracked leather cover rests beside a flickering candle in a simple glass jar, the wax uneven from repeated use. Soft, overcast morning light seeps through a nearby window, diffused and grey, illuminating dust motes in the air. Photographic realism, captured from a slightly elevated angle with a gentle vignette, creates a quiet, emotionally charged scene of exhaustion, resilience, and private reflection after grief and heartbreak.

Sobre Langostita

Este espacio nace de mis cicatrices, de mis silencios, mis miedos y mis emociones. De los amores que he perdido y de la madre que sigo aprendiendo a ser. Escribo para soltar peso, para entenderme y, quizá, para que alguien se sienta menos solo. Y para el día que no esté más en este planeta, los míos me recuerden desde lo que casi ninguno supo de mí.

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Escritos

Entradas recientes

A small kitchen table scarred with knife marks and faint paint stains, its oak surface glowing subtly under the golden hour light entering through a narrow balcony door. At the center, a chipped ceramic bowl overflows with fresh lemons and oranges, their textured skins vibrant against the worn wood. Beside them lies a single folded letter, its edges softened from being read many times. In the blurred background, an empty high chair and a hanging dish towel hint at motherhood and everyday chaos. Photographic realism, shot with side lighting and shallow depth of field, conveys bittersweet resilience, ordinary life carrying on after pain and loss.

Los Míos

Monotonía 2: La Buena
A rain-streaked apartment window at night, glass speckled with droplets catching the distant, out-of-focus city lights in tiny, fractured reflections. On the inside sill sits a small, slightly wilted houseplant in a plain clay pot, its leaves drooping yet still stubbornly green. Beside it, an old fountain pen lies across an open notebook, its blank page illuminated by a single warm desk lamp just outside the frame. Photographic realism, shot close-up with the notebook and plant in sharp focus and the city reduced to soft bokeh. The mood is introspective, raw, and quietly emo, suggesting untold stories of heartache, survival, and late-night confessions.

Monotonía

Monotonía
A narrow hallway with cracked white walls and a faded patterned runner rug stretching toward a closed door at the far end. On a small side table halfway down, a simple glass vase holds three mismatched wildflowers, slightly past their prime, petals beginning to curl and fall. The only light source is a muted, indirect glow from an unseen room, creating long, soft shadows and a gentle gradient of darkness toward the door. Photographic realism, captured from a low, centered perspective, emphasizes depth and the sense of moving through an emotional passage. The atmosphere feels quietly tense yet hopeful, evoking the journey through loss toward a fragile, hard-won resilience.

Historia de (Des) Amor

Historia de (Des)Amor

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