The Heart of the City

Outside is cold but in the heart of the city.

Deep down in an ancient cellar

Being  alive is sometimes a very good thing

At least in the company of good friends

And likeminded people with a passion for a

Commen urge to do crazy things whatever they

Might be in the shadow of anonymity



A moment of peace

Silence in the mind

Just a tired background

Noise inside the head

Nothing, mindlessness

As after sex



The Weekly Routine

On Sundays I am an atheist drinking wine and eating bread

On Monday I become a Christian and drink wine and eats bread but this time it is Jesus body and blood So It is too much and I become a Buddhist on Tuesdays trying to remember a mantra or two. Wednesday is the perfect day to become an animist looking for lost spirits in the forests, normally they’re gone since thousands of years. Sometimes they do show upThat difficult search results in a conversion to Judaism which is the religion I hold on Thursday giving esoteric perspectives but I am not good on keeping rules so that makes me a Hindu on Friday. That is a very interesting religion and I spend the whole day reading the Mahabharata on my favorite carpet. The only problem is that I been so focused on religion the whole week that I forgot to clean myself. Saturday is the cleaning day if you’re an follower of Asa faith with Thor, Wotan and friends. I belong to that religion every Saturday. No wonder I have no time to work!


Where are the roads to be taken? There are different answers

But which they are I do not know

Fear is effective and useful

For those who want to control

Other people’s mind

But why all that control?


Protecting myself from the feeling that everything is too late

I lost so much time being trapped inside this

bubble that is my shield

Trying but it is too much

I am losing

Because of my own ambivalence