Monday, September 22, 2008


He glided proudly through the air, besides me. He flew, but the wind wouldn't let him move forward. Stubbornly, he pushed ahead, with his head held up high. I waved form the edge, but he didn't even look at me. He stared in front of him, at his road... From within me, all the daemons, all the nightmares, all the sweat shadows from the past came out and didn't let me find my peace, at that ordinary day, while I waited to hear from you...

Sunday, September 21, 2008


Our whole lives are just a simple play of lights. A clumsy dance of the steps into nothing and the shortage of shadows. You, closing on me, on your toes, down my street, quiet, along with the wind. You, hiding behind the branches of the huge blackberry tree; up on the forever forgotten railway tracks that lead to nowhere... And all the hugs in which I wanted to trap you - one with the shadows...

Thursday, September 18, 2008

The House On The Hill

When we were little, we always glared at the house on the hill. When ever we passed at the base, we couldn't keep our eyes away. The people with the biggest cars lived there, their kids had the most beautiful toys, wore the most glamorous outfits, had everything... We stopped staring at the house on the hill a long time ago. Ever since we found out that mountains existed...

Wednesday, September 17, 2008


My place is there, where the hills are bare, and the mountains endlessly sad. I don't belong here. I don't belong somewhere, where you are so close, but so damn far! My place is there. Where my dreams are still alive. Where I know the wind is calling me, trying to tell me the story of freedom.


Never has the peace of Snickers been so sweet, as it was there, above the clouds, when every cell in my body was crying for at least a gram of sugar. Never has the rain been so perfectly aligned with the notes of the song in which I found you, more than a 100 times! Never has the emptiness been filled by something so small and so beautiful. Never before...

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Betrayal by Umbrellas

Beautiful girls hide their smiles, somewhere behind those frowny faces. They make sure that no one will wish to steal their smiles away from them. They live joyfully, until the umbrellas don't start dancing around, making way for the rain. And, it will capture the sincere laughter, leaving nobody immune... They fall asleep in someones arms, those pretty smiling faces, cursing the betrayal by umbrellas...

Monday, September 15, 2008

I write

I don't write about the things I will write in the future. I don't write about my majestic successes in the past. I write for the sake of writing. I write now, about your blackest brownish-green eyes, your words and the smile that make me start linking the world; about the funny weather in Guam; about the storms that take place in the left corner of my room; about the municipal bonds in Cuba; about the newborns that won't live to see the world destroyed... I write because it's the only thing I know... I write...