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Friendly Chat Over a Coffee Days… Days galloping one after another, leaving no footprints. I look through the glass window, not only seeing the life beyond, but also catching a glimpse of my own reflection over the years. The grey hair I try to forget, and the wrinkles around my eyes that deepen whenever I…
Modernity: When Human Intelligence Loses Its Way I remember there used to be a run-down restaurant in our neighbourhood that, despite its looks, served great food, everything under ten bucks. The place was always full of empty tables and chairs. You could sit wherever you liked, and the food was ready in a flash.…
Crash Course on Globalisation Infect the world With a pandemic of fear. Jab society Into a docile herd. Silence the defiant With ridicule. Drown the rest In selfishness and greed. The final stroke: All must go online. Disperse modern lies. Congratulations. Humanity disposed. Anarchy in place. **** I hear birds chirping. The sun warms my…
Illusion “But” looked at the words with pride: I have the power to change, To turn the positive to negative, And the bright to gloomy. “If” smiled: “I am the briefest, Yet when I enter, Certainty crumbles, And doubt draws near. “The book sighed: You wander without a frame, A word without a clause Is…
Losers Blame Man raised his quill, Swelled his chest, Head drunk with vanity, And inscribed his wisdom: Solidarity is only for god, Man was never made for aloneness. God shrugged and smiled As if the gift of awareness Had been squandered. One morning After a lunar eclipse, A breeze whispered: If you are a man,…
Graná I was ruminating, The compás of cajón in my head, My feet trembling with the ghost of zapateado, The quejío of a distant soleá in my chest, Jasmines overhanging the white carmen wall, The mysterious caves of Sacromonte, Where duende still lingers, The hills of Albaicín, Holding the secrets of a floating past, Hand…
When a Dream Talks If anger does not become a roar, The roar does not carry words to the breeze. The breeze that fails to breed a storm, The storm so weak to wash and cleanse, Is far better never to have been born. Rymos, Plaza del Ángel, Not very angelic though, Granada, España, 16/08/2026.…
A Man and a Dog Twice in one day, I was assailed For bearing a foreign face. Coincidence Or a divine sign To follow the wind, Seeking humanity? A man’s dog was unleashed To strike me with fear. A concerned citizen, Duty-bound, Especially after the grand victory, To defend his Spanish look. Which makes me…
Together, Harvest Saffron I felt judged Under your piercing eyes, Not for who you saw, But for who you were told to see. I am the dust of ancient red Uluru,The waves of the Great Barrier Reef,Sadly not Moorish of Carmen and Alhambra. If we look past the colour, Beyond the eyes, We may see…
Real Power A bully. A figure of self-importance. Mouth open. Shouting, as always. No one listens. The crowd looks away. No human in the audience. Yet a stray dog, With leg lifted, Pisses in his mouth. So tell me: The art of coincidence, Isn’t that a masterpiece? This portrait of a criminal, The murder of…