From their heavy high-backed chairs whose legs rarely collapse, they point their finger and yell, foaming at the mouth, that the aliens won’t set foot on our land Or they just turn their face somewhere else, for not to see those lives whose...
Smiles, young Miryam, a fleeting shadow in the eye from the pain of gifting life, a dance of Her pupils for that little Miracle who holds Her pinky in His hand, and Her everything in His own Stares, young Miryam, with eyes which probe my soul...
‘What is “Chants for Love” about?’ ‘How does “Chants for Love” sound like?’ ‘How will I benefit from reading “Chants for Love”?’ ‘How long did it take, to make...
To you, who were hurt, and now are hurting yourself: would you talk about self-harming? Imagine, on the street, an adult violently beating a kid; violently, out of any fairness, as the kid cannot defend themselves, strength-wise, from that level...
The cacophonous, chaotic choir of birds and crickets outside reaches this little ambient from one small window placed on the east wall: the window, embedded among bricks and stones confusedly placed one onto the other to form walls with undulated...
∼≈•∞ 1 – your toes ∞•≈∼ Your toes are tender, sugary grapes my tongue and my lips contend, one against the others, as if they held juice which could save me from the thirst of a scorching extent of sand, until they realize that they are...
I reach within, level after level, gently talking to you to persuade you to unlock all the doors you had blocked by your side, fearing anything, not wanting anyone to enter and hurt you more. Not even me. But you are myself. How can you not let...
Translucent degrees of whitenesslayered, finely,interwoven from that delicious tendernesskings and connoisseurs long for,to dress with light the interiorof the most miserable and dirty roughnessin the ignorant stare of the world And when such...
Oh, the wondrous power of a tiny mindless virus! Flu, as influence; and see, all the influence you’re exercising on me, little monarch which never knew to rule, to whom nothing less than a gargantuan human body was given as a reign to rule...
“Conversations, in those circumstances in which I might be asked or invited to join a small crowd of people, somewhere and somewhen, always intimidated me.I used to conduct a quite retired kind of life, like a hermit, detesting it all the...
Read me on Instagram!Like me on Facebook!Watch me on YouTube!Follow me on twitter! Buy my books! God, is like that mother whose five years old son, one fine day, announced he was grown-up enough to not need her to accompany him at pre-school...
Buy my poetry book “Chants for Love”! Well, hello, and welcome. If you check the date of the last post in this blog, you’ll see that we go back to September 25th, 2012.No less than five years ago. How much can happen, in the...
