Las cadenas de la muerte
There was a time when I shared with my father; I once heard him in the ballroom, playing the organ with admirable subtlety. I fell in love with that music, so I approached him and asked him to teach me, but not even his beautiful notes could free me from the mental confinement I was in. My body changed as time progressed, I became tall and beautiful. My hair grew to my waist and my nails became long and sharp. Very few things were left of the past, loneliness was part of my daily life and there would be no way to escape.
Author: Juan Sebastian Velez