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The word is dearth. Minus the R we have death. Minus the TH we have dear. And the loyal dog appeared because that is what is left when you take everything else from a wolf. There is a dog that has two masters. There is a shortage of good heralds, and Love and Death are […]

The words are breadcrumbs and waterlilies. It should have been a way back home, one that no bird would have been able to devour. But homes are just like fairytales, they belong in the past. Rivers flow, and the waterlilies should lead to an unknown place, where the past doesn’t repeat itself. There is a

Muda el lobo los dientes y no las mientes.   This proverb says that wolves change their teeth, not the way they think. It doesn’t call them liars outright, not like most fairytales do. But that is what we call our wolves. Our imagination. Those lies storytellers tell, and only children truly believe.   The

Ay abuelo, sembrasteis alazor y nacionos anapelo.   This proverb is about being ungrateful, about repaying kindness with ingratitude. It’s about sowing safflower (good flower) and getting wolf’s bane (bad flower) instead. Sadly, there are no wolves in the language the proverb uses. There is only a girl’s name and her hair.   The little

Lo mismo es acuestas que al hombro.   Potato, potato. Same difference. That was the word we used to say when we had to smile for the camera. The one that we haven’t spoken again, not since we realized that there will always be a difference between what actually happened and the memories we choose

The first word is twilight, the time between lights. The second word is demon. Over him hangs the sword of Damocles, foretelling the tragedy that is about to take place. The last word makes us think of a flower that will lose all her petals. Or, in a different light, one whose love will lie