poetry for the damned.
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.
