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What If Ampelmann Flees? I wasn’t sure if it was a daydream Or if I was asleep. I stood on the Sacromonte hillside, A pilgrim, nothing more, Facing a cave turned tavern. An old crone, A Gitana with dark, leathery skin, Hunched like a stone by the doorway. Her wrinkles folded like a thick book…
Sculpture and Sculptor I am on the bus, heading to Murcia to collect my birthday present, my holy birthday present, and since the day itself is near, I thought it was time to reflect on the people responsible for my existence. Something I had meant to do for a while. On birthdays, we focus entirely…
Major Sip by the Minor Sea It was midday when I decided to go out. I didn’t know why. Then again, why not? I have never appreciated routine, so why insist on making one? I am an extrovert. That is to say, I prefer to go out with others, and I’ll tell you why. There…
Rebirth Since desire is the dis-ease of the heartAnd a test for intelligence, Whether we are believers,Atheists or realists,There are momentsWhen we plead to Our version of the highest authority. Some do so like a spoiled, entitled child,Some like an assaulted, broken soul.And others, like permanent beggars,Call themselves professional prayers.With long rosaries tangled in their…
Sonata for Three Voices Part I: The Walk Through the Ecological Path A birthday is always a hassle for me, never something I look forward to. I ridicule the occasion, yet it stares me in the face, whispering: Hey old man, I have got you a year older. I do not live from one occasion…
Prostitution in Philosophy Whore in body, Angel in heart. Angles of hell: They take your coin, But keep you warm. Angel in body, Whore in heart. Demons of paradise: Good on pedestals, Nothing to return. Here comes the true evil: Whore in body, Whore in heart. Stealing your soul, Destroying your mind, Leaving you burning,…
Hermit of Pleasure After one, two, thousands or more days of Hiking, rafting and climbing; Crossing many lands of false hopes, Where lies were the true currency; After encountering The man’s best friend: A barking dog, or Psychologists as paid friends; In a strange world of development, A novelist invents Big Brother, And people laugh,…
A Self-Proclaimed Teacher I write this to remind myself that my writing is an autobiography about the birth of my questions. I am not writing to impress or to teach. In fact, I am a flawed human like everyone else, and I do not pretend otherwise. I love the shape of a woman, I…
Wisdom and Sage: Both Traps I was a servant without a master, In those days without any questions. Until I learnt A scene must be set: This sea you see, Full of droplets, Or an ocean of sands, Is but a keeper. One holds the restless droplets, The other a stage for tireless dancers. Once…
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…