Saturday, 30 August 2008
Sunday, 24 August 2008
I’m afraid of the shadows,
the oily, black darkness
Enchanting warm safety,
telling me to come along
Welcome to the pitch of hell.
to sink into the nothingness of everything.
To lull in the dullness,
the monotony of life.
So easy, so easy.
No wonder I’m afraid, I’ve seen this before,
I’ve been here before.
Yes. Just here.
Tuesday, 19 August 2008
It’s been raining for days. Maybe for weeks.
But it’s warm. Not sunny, not hot. Lukewarm humidity lingers like a soft carpet in the air. Dampness makes the air grey and thick, breathing has been difficult for days.
Or maybe it’s sorrow that makes my breaths painful and throbbing. The sadness of losing summer. Once again.
I’ll never get used to this defeat.
Thursday, 14 August 2008
Friday, 8 August 2008
Wednesday, 6 August 2008
Monday, 4 August 2008
I’d like to write something in English, but I don’t know what I should write. I have nothing to say.
Well, tell me something new.
I’ve been reading a lot lately. It has been enjoyable, just to read others texts, not having to make up my own.
Great. I should do that more often. Reading that is.
Yes, a little bit bored with my own words. That is why I prefer to post photos. Like this. It’s the cover for my collection of short stories I published last week.
I believe the cover is better than the short stories.
Well, anyhow, now I’ve written in English, my desire has been fulfilled and I can stop and move to something else.
I think I’ll read a book.
Sunday, 3 August 2008
Do you want me to be your wife, to be loved and worshipped by you, to be cared for, to be wanted and needed by you, to be desired by you?
Do you want me to be your friend; do you want me to listen to you, to comfort you in despair, to drive away the demons of your mind, the shadows of your nights, the phantoms of your days?
Do you want me to be the mother of your children, do you want me to carry the fruit of your semen for months to come and go into labour to make you father?
If you answer you do, remember: it’s a promise, an oath never to be broken, never to be forgotten.