Esteban Morfín : Writing

The house on the hill

The house on the hill

A Story by Esteban Morfín


Only the lonely know loneliness
The traveling trobadour

The traveling trobadour

A Poem by Esteban Morfín


Always on the road with nothing but a lyre
I'm tired

I'm tired

A Story by Esteban Morfín


of myself
He was old

He was old

A Story by Esteban Morfín


He was old. He felt like he had lived for too long. Time had not been kind on him. Not only had it taken away everyone around him, but also mercilessl..
Internal monologue

Internal monologue

A Poem by Esteban Morfín


So many wonderful things inside me that can't come out,Because I keep numbing myself.So much pain in and outside of me,Nothing I can do about it. Or i..
The great "financier"

The great "financier"

A Poem by Esteban Morfín


Sometimes it is not good enough to do your best.
Mediocrity

Mediocrity

A Poem by Esteban Morfín


The forever fight
Cantinero, Cantinero

Cantinero, Cantinero

A Poem by Esteban Morfín


This poem is from a novel I'm currently working on (I only have it in Spanish, sorry)
Petrus and Rufus

Petrus and Rufus

A Book by Esteban Morfín


A children's story about an usual pair of friends.
The first encounter

The first encounter

A Chapter by Esteban Morfín


Long ago, when dragons still lived on the surface of the earth and wizards used their magic freely, a man named Petrus lived in a small village called..

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