In the twilight mystery, engrossed in the vagueness of my prospects, I ramble in man’s ephemeral thought: At what point do things happen? And how long is it now? How do I stave off this awful event?

He was a fortunate man. He had never endured the hardships of suffering; his parents, the legitimate children and heirs of a prestigious family, had endowed him with beauty and radiance, which was also down to his most exquisite genes. Salvador del Castillo became great, tasted glory, made it to the top, and enjoyed immense Read more…