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.
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Low life charm.
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.
Holding Rivers.
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.
The oldman in Patras square.
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.
Lost and not found.
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.
You know…
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…