i’m looking for the face i had before the world was made.
I was the primordial flaring forth, the gravitational waves, the whirling galaxies, and the exploding supernovas that would become stars and planets. I was the steaming planet Earth, the bacteria awash in the sea, and the early eukaryotes... [continua a leggere »]
Quelques jours plus tard, un matin (nous étions à nouveau au bord de la rivière), El Chura m’a pris par le bras et m’a soufflé à l’oreille :
- Aujourd’hui tu vas apprendre son langage. Elle a des choses à te dire.
- Comment apprendre le langage de l’eau, Chura ?
- Plonge ton visage... [continua a leggere »]
Life is nothing more than madness. Probably there is no karma, no right, no wrong. It's all a bunch of mechanic or random probabilities fighting against emotions, which are simply chemical reactions happening in our brain. Often good people get bad things, bad people get good things. Simple: no... [continua a leggere »]
Small white flakes of snow, began to fall from the sky, the biting air and cold made them hard and heavy, the small garden in front of the house was already covered with them. The young Mark was looking out the window, waiting for Santa Claus, and all the glittering crystals shone in his eyes as... [continua a leggere »]
What do you do when you feel lonely? When you feel therè s no hope of any kind to hold on? What do you do when the love of your life left you back? When you are the only one still stuck in the past, and the past has moved on? What do you do when everthing you believed seems wrong? When you don't... [continua a leggere »]
Ce livre n'est pas fait pour être lu mais pour être fréquentè comme un ami proche, secret. Vous pouvez lui demander de vous nourrir, il vous nourrira, de vous éclairer, il vous éclairera, de vous émouvoir, de jouer, il jouera avec vous le jeu le plus mystérieux du monde, celui du hasard qui n... [continua a leggere »]
Life is just a dream,
Just a short erotic dream.
With, sometimes, some small erections,
And someday quite wrong ejaculations.
La vita è solo sogno,
solo un breve sogno erotico.
Che a volte dà piccole erezioni,
e forse un giorno scomode polluzioni. [continua a leggere »]