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28 Mar, 2010
Robert Johnson
A fearless, cold, impenetrably inhumane character, with a warm heart deep inside, and a tortured psyche. He figured out a way to escaped his ravaged city. This Robert Johnson, a man I speak about. People thought he was going crazy, you know, walking out from his house. He left 2 children behind, little ones, one of the 2 years old. How was his wife going to cope with it? He barely earned enough to pay for... read more
24 Feb, 2010
Push & Pull
I push and pull and push and pull, I must look like a fool, I push and pull and push and pull, like when I was at school. With all the lines I’ve made in life, and all the time I’ve sacrificed; I push and pull and push and pull a lifetime like a mule. VN:F [1.9.2_1090]please wait...Rating: 10.0/10 (1 vote cast) read more
5 Oct, 2009
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 say he knew the world, saw the world, and lived in the world. So these departure gates are there... read more
25 Sep, 2009
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 symbol so special to me. I am in love with this question mark, as it states the unraveling awkwardness... read more
23 Sep, 2009
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 rattling by near my head; while the bass drum, suspended in mid-air, bang swiftly to the rhythm of drum... read more





