Shared Pain #Glass Lovers

“Shared pain bonds acutely. So, Clara, tell me how acutely shared love bonds?”

Miguel turned his luminescent green eyes toward the Basilica. I did not answer. I thought of Jacques and Miriam and the pain that we all shared.

It felt like some cosmic ritualistic initiation in which the protagonists had their hearts taken out every evening, only to be inserted back into their empty chests early in the morning pumping despair and agony instead of blood.


Wasn’t there any salvation?


Excerpt from the manuscript Glass Lovers.


18 thoughts on “Shared Pain #Glass Lovers

    1. Aw.. Thank you again! This is from a book I am trying to write. Need some mojitos to finish 🙂 🙂 🙂 very grateful that you took the time to read!

      1. Mojitos work for me too 🙂 Thank you for the kind wishes. Looking forward to reading your poem. Best of luck with everything to you too!

      2. Haha! I am serious about the mojitos 🙂 need some music too… guitar! What do you say? 🙂

    1. Thank you so much for your kind words! I’ll take “fantastic”! “sol y sombra”: are you referring to the drink or to the Santa Fe ranch? 🙂 kidding!

      1. As far as I can tell you know what is important! Welcome to the club! No passport required . 🙂

  1. I do not dare to contradict you despite the fact that long ago there were no passports in Europe. visas want in America. but for words and hearts there are no borders


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