Have you ran out of ideas for your blog posts?

I mean, seriously, we all face creative block sometimes, however, you might want to ask yourself this sometimes: Is my life really that interesting? Is what I have to say really that interesting? and, How can I spice it up? I just read an interesting post that talks about cross-dressing as a method of...

Trains and Planes

It is so fine, isn’t it? To travel on trains, planes and buses. From the morning, to the afternoon, overnight and day to day. From city to city, country to country, place to place. A man that moves is a man that sees, a man that sees is a man that knows, a man that knows is a man that can die and truly...

An Ode to the Inverted Question Mark

Yesterday was National Punctuation Day in the U.S.A. and although I do not live in the US, I wrote this short ode to the Inverted Question Mark: I am in love with the inverted question mark “¿”. It hangs like a light bulb, with such charisma and curves. It is but a mere symbol, however, a...

Purple Sea, Purple Sky

The atmosphere ringed on for ages, with purple-green horizons staring back at me. And the eyes grew from deep within the trees. I knew I was there, at the right place, at the right time. I wandered around the tree, one that would be cut down in the following months. I heard sounds of acoustic guitars...

The definitive meaning of Art

My sister studied the Visual Arts career for 2 years. I have a couple of other friends who are also in that career. Along the course of my life I have also met several artists, or people who claim to be so. But the particular thing that interests me is the diverse effect the question “What is...

Writing Fast Nonsense

Running fast, running from the former bandits, on the coffee ground. Much to — Inspect this element and put your fingers down, my spine, one a night light this. I can’t get any sleep, and I fought with the enemy within, horseplaying disease, and I’m paying the price of solitude. So much...