Saturday, 30 August 2008

Sunday, 24 August 2008

So Easy

I’m afraid of the shadows,

the oily, black darkness

calling me,

Enchanting warm safety,

telling me to come along

like always

every fall

each autumn.

Welcome to the pitch of hell.

So familiar

to sink into the nothingness of everything.

To lull in the dullness,

the monotony of life.

So easy, so easy.

No wonder I’m afraid, I’ve seen this before,

I’ve been here before.

Yes. Just here.

Tuesday, 19 August 2008

The Defeat

It’s been raining for days. Maybe for weeks.

A lot.

But it’s warm. Not sunny, not hot. Lukewarm humidity lingers like a soft carpet in the air. Dampness makes the air grey and thick, breathing has been difficult for days.

Or maybe it’s sorrow that makes my breaths painful and throbbing. The sadness of losing summer. Once again.

I’ll never get used to this defeat.

Friday, 15 August 2008


Come along and I'll show you.

Do you want to know how it feels to fall...fall...fall...

Thursday, 14 August 2008


The weekly theme
Thursday Challenge

(that must mean outside the net...)

Monday, 11 August 2008

Friday, 8 August 2008

Wednesday, 6 August 2008


My photo for
the weekly theme
Thursday Challenge

Monday, 4 August 2008

No sense and nonsense

I’d like to write something in English, but I don’t know what I should write. I have nothing to say.

Well, tell me something new.

I’ve been reading a lot lately. It has been enjoyable, just to read others texts, not having to make up my own.

Great. I should do that more often. Reading that is.

Yes, a little bit bored with my own words. That is why I prefer to post photos. Like this. It’s the cover for my collection of short stories I published last week.

I believe the cover is better than the short stories.

Well, anyhow, now I’ve written in English, my desire has been fulfilled and I can stop and move to something else.

I think I’ll read a book.

Sunday, 3 August 2008

Think twice

Do you want me to be your wife, to be loved and worshipped by you, to be cared for, to be wanted and needed by you, to be desired by you?

Do you want me to be your friend; do you want me to listen to you, to comfort you in despair, to drive away the demons of your mind, the shadows of your nights, the phantoms of your days?

Do you want me to be the mother of your children, do you want me to carry the fruit of your semen for months to come and go into labour to make you father?

If you answer you do, remember: it’s a promise, an oath never to be broken, never to be forgotten.

Think twice.