Frequently, the brain peels off like a fruit with multiple layers of skin, learns how to waste itself on eternal timelines, often without any specific topic. Like sparks of a moment, one will surpass the other thoughts inside the brain, without any rest. I don’t mean that we are the type of dancers who are […]
Read More FrequentlyHow could your constant disdain lead to anything other than my victimisation? This disdain, meaning the complete distortion of my usual behaviour, leads to many rotten conclusions. The most rotten conclusion is distrust. You took good care of putting a spell on me. A spell of insecurity. I immediately became soft clay in your […]
Read More DisdainAn abstract text I wrote some years ago, when I had this image of a pipe or tube inside my head and started creating images inside it. The original was written in Greek. Now I translated it into English and Spanish. Maybe Italian and German also. This tube is not particularly large. Small width, low […]
Read More The tubeAn abstract text about a metaphor I created in order to describe what happens sometimes when someone is overthinking and is confused. Clearly the text describes mainly the pressure of too many thoughts. It’s a very free written text and without thinking too much. The original was written in Greek. I then did the translation. […]
Read More Little black creaturesA verbal portrait of a mother and the places she grew up. In the city of the worms and the low vineyards, with the sun crawling alternately between them, slightly warmer than the northern Germanic sun that I was used in for months now; there it is, where the train will leave all passengers – […]
Read More verbal portrait of a mother: the city of the wormsI swear to the universe and all its marvellous existence, all it’s planets and stars, this morning when I opened my eyes and saw the grey clouds outside moving slowly like light horses, I thought of you, my old little man It was like the day we were up on that spanish mountain inside […]
Read More Traces of a soul: letter to a loverFamily table; my father and I side by side. Silence. Silence. More silent than silence. Absolute, fucking, impenetrable silence. Bent heads. The looks pinned on the plates in front of us. What the fuck are we looking for inside the bottoms of the plates? All the things we don’t talk about. All the things he […]
Read More Family tableFrom one edge to the other, at the crossing of the bridge you would see at your left like golden curls from the sun above the water in multiple jumps without any predetermined rhythm. To the right you would turn your gaze to look you would see more water, which the rock cleverly separates in […]
Read More Acrobat of divisions
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