Posted by Author on May 26, 2013 · Leave a Comment
May is dying – a slow and brilliant death, adorned with strings of forward insipid cherries and smelling like algae crucified on the seashore, a death like a heavy minuet to whose tempo cling, caramelized, seeds of dreams incongruent with reality. May draws slowly its last breath in our arms, crushing with masked despair its … Continue reading →
Posted by Author on April 22, 2013 · 5 Comments
Drowning in a sea of clichés is supposed to not be something pleasant – especially when you see them all over the landscape of your thoughts, and they reproduce themselves almost in a hydra-like manner – you manage to cut one down only to see other three blossoming in its place. The sky isn’t much … Continue reading →
Posted by Author on March 24, 2013 · 1 Comment
for the read version of ‘line’, click here this year winter won’t embrace its sleep, afraid of the dreams she has to dream while hiding beneath the cloak of time, and so she bites again and again from her sister’s body, marring it and rejoicing over the grinning wounds. clouds are bitter and yellow and … Continue reading →
Posted by Author on April 16, 2012 · 2 Comments
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Posted by Author on March 16, 2012 · 3 Comments
i’ll plant my roots inside the bones of march and sip the sunlight flowing through its veins, an apple tree will be my spinal arch, its blossoms meant to keep my thoughts in chains, beneath my eyelids, icicles of salt will melt into swift rivulets of green and i will spring myself outside my vault … Continue reading →
Endless Journey 