If only love was a keyhole…
Dear F I noticed that, lately, I dream more of your physicality than of your name. It was different this morning… between nine and ten am. Although everything was different in this dream… It must have been a house near …
Category: The [Un]conscious
There is much we don’t say – see for ourselves yet our mind picks up the smallest detail, unconscious referenced in sub-conscience.
Your invisible presence in every beat
Sitting in the most quiet…and cold…corner of the library, I realize again why I quite enjoy techno and house music now and then…listening to Shaun Baker’s Explode 2. Sometimes my mind forgets what it is like to dance inside and …
Exotic murder & Erotic poetry
Good Morning Angelz I just woke from some kinda murder dream, with a racing heartbeat and the last image:me standing in the dark room at home, holding a knife in my hand and looking out of the open window. I …
Beginning of last century poets started being interested in the absence of words…they were interested in the space between the words…in the invisible…the unwritten.What does the absence of a beloved one do to us then?It might drive us mad…the first …
After all, I am a dark copy of a human.
There will never be a happy end!…is what I told my brother on Monday.I were frustrated all week anyway, which isn’t a reason for anything.I feel like I did a lot of nothing…the poetry library was noisy cause it was …
Now you know why I cannot sleep…tonight
The last two hours I’ve been trying to fall asleep. I failed maybe because I can’t sleep with cold feet (or with socks on).I then remembered the moment when you told me some years back you just broke up with …
Exile is only mine
I entertain myself in my self made exile…playing the innocent (wo)man…maybe I do know now where I belong to.After a talk with my brother this afternoon and him saying ”yes you see how much can happen in such a short …
‘Dreams are my reality’ (Richard Sanderson)
The dreams do not let me sleep in peace… four dreams in one night is just so heavy and if I wouldn’t force myself out of bed (almost fully blinded by the pictures) I would sleep all day. At least, …
I know I know there is still some time left for my funeral…and it also takes a little more fame to be buried on West Brompton cemetery in London…but already found the song I want to be played the moment …
The year of the cat, ever coming back
Why I always go shopping when it is stormy?…I woke up having the urge to listening to Moonlight Shadow…and when I left my room to go for shopping the strong visions almost made me break down. Sometimes I feel you …