We, the silent ones. We, the thoughtful. We, the reserved. We, the angry. --- We, the different. We, the humans. We, the children. We, the misfits. --- We, the peacemakers. We, the brave. We, the romantics. We, the non obedient ones. --- We, the abortions, of a corporate orgy. We, the unknown heroes of tomorrow. … Continue reading We.
The power of the noise. The white sound of a broken TV. The millions of meaningless content just for attention. Videos that generated from AI readers. The war on catching eyeballs. The sugar coating of an existence dedicated to serve pleasure. Listen the Gurus! They know! Stop the voices that do not serve us. Shut … Continue reading Voiceless.
When I was little we had two little parrots, one blue and one green. One male and one female. The blue was mine and my sister had the green. They were staring from their little cage, singing and staring us for hours every day. Eternally jailed from love. Singing and staring us. The blue and … Continue reading Birds.
So little to want... just a beer, a cigarette, a small place to stay with a window in the street. Everything you ever wanted. Careers, Partys, Christmas, Hot girlfriends, Cars, Exotic destinations. Detached from the world. A true nobody. Just a beer, a cigarette a small place to stay and a type writer. Observer of … Continue reading Low life charm.
Woman in the protests of Hong Kong. .... "What? An idea? Ha ha, this is funny. You can not eat an idea, do not be naive. I am telling you this is nonsense, nobody will protest for something that is the law for decades now. Just look out for your household and do not mind … Continue reading Holding Rivers.
Some people say they love you with their own way. It does not seem obvious, love itself is not obvious. Sometimes it may take decades to say a thank you, our minds play tricks. For the times you acted weird thank you. I get it now a little, at last. For the happy times you … Continue reading The oldman in Patras square.
I hit the streets wondering, my heart 100 kg black stone in my chest starving to hear the call... where is the call? did someone hear it? did someone saw it? I want to stop people in the street, maybe they know, right? Maybe they know where my call has been all this time. ''Sir, … Continue reading In Mokum at nights.
If you wanted to be something if you have ever dreamed to be something else except human. What would that be? What is the one thing? The one you know is weird and could not tell to anyone? Don't you dream to be something else? I am not one of those to judge. Babe, you … Continue reading One tree in Voldenpark.
Drinking Smoking observing life, I am lost in the senses for months watching the sea for hours, watching the sky for days burning in the sun lying in a rock nirvana. found myself dead lying in a rock died like a lizard lived like a try hard gone as a lazy rebel died in the … Continue reading Lost and not found.
the tavern philosopher You know… My life has been nothing like small victories into mediocrity It has been a forced laugh in the sad lives of my people Small victories in bombarded field My heart injured and blue Heavy as 100 tons in my chest The sadness of survival flying above our heads In a … Continue reading You know…