Sunday, 17 April 2016

How many times do I have to die before I give my last breath?

The root of the root.

Sometimes I feel like I've lived a thousand lives and all their weight smashed my backbone and glued my belly to the floor, almost drowning me, buring me alive six feet under before time.

When you don't have a childhood you don't learn how to have fun, how to be joyful and happy. Instead, you grow up thinking that you're a sad person, just like there are happy people.

I have a genetical monster inheritance in me that piles up anger, hate and violence, and so much despair and vice, and so much pain and neediness and destruction, from all the generations behind me.
Yep, if I had a spirit and a soul they'd be both free. But instead I've just a body and a mind, both degenerative and as complex as thunder and wine.

Friday, 8 April 2016

Wednesday, 6 April 2016

A poem is a naked person's body and soul, that's why I don't go flaunting myself publicly. :D

Monday, 4 April 2016

To be lost and wandering or not...

"Not all those who wander are lost", a line from the poem All that is gold does not glitter, written by J. R. R. Tolkien for The Lord of the Rings

Well, in my case I'm lost and I do not wander.

Sunday, 3 April 2016

A Dog's Life, in memoriam

When a family dog dies all the memories of him revive: those endless hours spent in the park, the warm fuzzy caresses, a thousand and one strokes on the fur...
The relationships he had with other dogs and all the times he was afraid or he thought he was bigger than he was and barked proudly at them. The funny episodes and the saving ones, the harder times and the best times of our lives, they were always around.

When he departs he stays where he has always been, in that special corner of the hearts of everyone who had the privilege of enjoying his company, because most of all he was one of our best friends.

(Rex, Zappa, Branco, Shake, Johnny, Eddie)