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A childhood friend made me a business proposal that involves a fair amount of writing, on the same week I decided to resume the countless unfinished stories I’ve left abandoned inside a gazillion unfinished notebooks. We meet up at a nice café by a park lake for the briefing and brainstorming and I tell him about how I’m battering myself […]
Como ser imune ao esfumar do corpo (apaga a luz) Tu de braço solto E eu a única elevada no banco de pescoço exposto à tua voz Há entrega num soltar dos ombros no leve descair contra teu peito (como se já tantas vezes o tivesse feito) e os teus dados passam seguros pelos meus a confirmar de relance que […]
…texting your proxy-mom asking if you can have dinner at her place because you had a shitty day and don’t feel like going back to an empty house to wallow in self-pity – and seeing this when you finally get there:
Crossing the Bar, Alfred Lord Tennyson
It’s the goblins again! The plan: go to one of The Holy Bible shows in 2015. The venture: never-ending setbacks from day one. Getting the tickets back in December of last year was a nightmare, from visa cards failing, to money transfers and login issues – all to the sound of the ticking clock you always get with shows that […]
Sketched tribute to one of my heroes captured with dodgy smartphone camera:
Barry White Gone Wrong @ Sabotage
Tony Cokayne lived up to his name. (It ran in the family He wasn’t to blame.) Where there was demand, he’d supply Except for wise ass kids Wanting to get high On any shit they could buy. Tony Cokayne felt no shame. He wasn’t one to hide (Only, maybe, from time to time When the cops came snooping by.) He’d […]
Most of the pirates were unable to sleep that night. Some of them had heard this old tale before, when they were young boys, but only bits and pieces and never while sailing high at sea on a full moon night. How did the baby survive when she showed no signs of being alive and was left in the cold […]
it was someone else’s book (one still on the shelf) and all its shades of blue poured in at twelve there were waves along the sideway our underwater promenade a bit like Moses a bit like swimming all while asleep under the linen.
It is always Us vs. Them. The Others are different so They must be feared. What was that? You don’t fear Them? We’ll take care of that for you. Repeat after us: Threat. Violence. Terror. Evil. Infidels. Degenerates. One more time. Repeat this everyday – it’s for your own safety. And don’t worry: we’ll remind you. Very often. When They attack […]
…not really. We only had lunch. The gathering was meant to be a quiet chat about the Kabbalah, which our Arab friend is studying and of which we know too little about. In light of recent events, however, the conversation naturally moved towards religious discrimination, double standards, media manipulation (on both ends) and downright bigotry. And then something interesting happened: […]
Down the spiral ladder Your pet demons’ visiting hour. (Can you truly hate them when you’re their mother?) Can’t you tame them When light shouts louder? You know better. Being born from the water and all The mysteries you claim to know. Just go under.
‘How very lovely to see you again, Lord Peafowl.’ ‘It is an honour, my Queen,’ Peafowl gave the best curtsy he could manage. ‘I am sorry to hear about your late father. He was one of my most loyal subjects.’ ‘Indeed, my Queen. I am afraid that immortality was not one of his many talents.’ ‘Do not be wicked, Gregor,’ […]
As much as I would love to, I’m not someone who finishes all the books she starts, most of the times due to my chronic impatience: “Oh dear, I’m wasting all this time reading this here when there’s a gazillion others over there I want to read as well!” (An absurd reasoning but, being a slow reader, my impatience is […]
maybe I should take up songwriting again though I never could play any instrument well enough to satisfy you melodies in my head.
My very first memory of the Manic Street Preachers is the news of Richey’s disappearance. I was about 12 and just starting to get up to date with modern pop & rock after years of listening to nothing but oldies and my dad’s jazz records. There were the hourly updates by Carolyn Lilipaly with footage of Motorcycle Emptiness and I […]
Manics fan girl gets tickets to watch The Holy Bible being played in full next year. This is how I feel:
To Eliot it was April – for me it’s December. There was always something about this month that made me feel hopelessly nostalgic – even when I was too young to have anything to feel nostalgic about. (I blame romantic Christmas comedies. Maybe I even blame the Christmas season altogether, with its cosy fireplaces, merry gatherings and all the magic […]